Whenever I’m driving through a new town, I try to stop by the local Goodwill or Salvation Army thrift store in hopes that I might find a film camera with film still loaded inside. It seems like these finds are rarer these days, but a couple times a year I’ll come across a camera, buy it, and develop the film that was inside.

I don’t know if the people in these photographs will ever see these images, and if they do, I’m not sure how they’ll react. I ask myself who these people are or were, why were these moments worth recording and why didn’t they finish off that roll of film before donating the camera.

I’m interested in the combination of voyeurism mixed with revealing and preserving these anonymous memories.