Caty in a drift.
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Shooting Film on the Trip for My Mother’s Funeral – By Jim McConnell

August 21, 2021

I lost my mother to Covid-19 on January 29th, 2021, just two days after her seventy-third birthday. Apart from the obvious complications of holding a funeral in the middle of a raging global pandemic, there was also the matter of traveling nearly 400 miles from our home in North Carolina to my hometown in Pennsylvania for the service.

We packed quickly and light, but as a photographer something in me instinctively grabbed a camera and film for the journey. I wanted something simple – something I didn’t have to think too hard about. Something that I could just throw on aperture priority and document the moment.

I reached for a camera that had only just arrived in the mail the week before – a new (to me) Leica R8 with a 35mm Elmarit-R f2.8 prime lens. I hadn’t even fired off a frame before loading it with some Delta 400 and throwing it in the bag. A glutton for punishment, I also packed a box of Kodak Pro Image 100 that I had never tried.

Leica R8 - 5 frames

Somewhere around Washington DC we found ourselves driving through snow. Having grown up in a state where snow is fairly commonplace, I barely paid attention, but my girls (6, 8 and 9 years old) were completely enthralled. They had rarely, if ever seen that much snow. When we got to the hotel they wanted nothing more than to run, woefully underdressed, into a snow drift. I was tired and grieving and I just wanted to check into our room and go to bed. In retrospect, they deserve a medal for patience.

With Covid restrictions in place, we spent most of the first day in the hotel. My girls were troopers and got right to work on their remote schoolwork. I finally had some time to relax and I got the R8 out of the bag to investigate. I shot a few pictures of the girls in virtual class just to try the exposure modes out, and looking back at those frames now the strain on everyone was evident. The film choice even seemed to fit the mood.

Hotel test shots

Virtual school on the road.

I promised that after I had finished attending to the details of the funeral and they had completed their schoolwork, we would drive to the nearest park to play in the snow. We finally set out in the late afternoon and it turned out to be the emotional release we all needed. As the girls climbed snow banks, rolled in drifts, and threw snowballs at one another I took a deep breath and slowly worked through that black and white film. When I reached back in my bag my hand passed over the other roll of Delta 400 and I grabbed a roll of the Kodak Pro Image 100.

Playing in the snow

Quinn in the snow

A quick portrait of my youngest in more snow than she had ever seen.

Caty in a drift.

The middle child in a drift.

It was the only color film I had on hand on such short notice and I have to say now that I’ll probably never shoot it again. I’ve heard good things about this film, and I’ll concede that my results may have been due to a home-development issue or user error, but I didn’t like how the negatives came out or how it scanned. I had to go through all sorts of contortions to rid it of a yellow cast and get the colors the way I wanted them. Whatever the cause, these particular rolls of film fought me all the way to a finished image. Strangely though, now that I look back at these images months later, they do seem to capture the moment as it was.

These few frames are not great art, but they’re true, and that’s something. They remind me that I don’t only take photographs to remember the facts of my life, but also as a way of capturing my feelings for later. Photographs are the preparatory acts of nostalgia and I will never forget the turmoil and joy of those moments. Even the “not-quite-right” colors seem to mirror the deeper struggles of the heart.


Sledding. Both the day, and the roll , were done.

The next day, after the funeral, we borrowed some sleds from a cousin and went back to the same park. That may sound heartless, but as a coping mechanism it did the job. For me, it reminded me of all the winters of my youth, and snowy mornings spent barreling down a hill on a sled until I was so cold and wet that I had no choice but to go inside where my mom would inevitably be waiting with hot cocoa at the ready. It also helped me bridge those long lost days with the mixed blessing of the present moment. To share one of the joys of my youth with my own children who were unaccustomed to snow, and for whom hills are few and far between.  Sorrow, exhaustion, joy, and memory mingled seamlessly, and  I did my best to capture a fraction of that with my camera. As the day ended, I snapped the last few frames as we carried our sleds back up the hill in the blue light of evening. Whatever we had just been through together, we had survived – from graveside to snow-covered hillside. It felt as if we had stolen a moment of joy, and I know my mother would have been happy about that.

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  • Reply
    Phillip Robert Edwards
    August 21, 2021 at 10:18 am

    Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing.

    • Reply
      Jim McConnell
      August 21, 2021 at 12:05 pm

      Thank you. I tried to do the moment justice. Perhaps I almost did.

  • Reply
    Brian Nicholls
    August 21, 2021 at 11:00 am

    A poignant and fitting tribute to be sure. Well done!

  • Reply
    Jim McConnell
    August 21, 2021 at 12:06 pm

    Thank you. Looking back I feel like these frames added something concrete to the surreal situation.

  • Reply
    Kevin Lord
    August 21, 2021 at 4:04 pm

    Very nicely written and condolences on the loss of your mother at a young age (I know it is a young age because I am almost the same age!). Our family moved to North Carolina from the North East when my kids were in high school and elementary school, so they were very familiar with snow. We were all amused when the slightest snowfall shut down all the schools here in North Carolina. In the future, I am sure you will be glad you have a record of this unique journey. Your kids will probably remember it for a long time. Don’t lose those negatives!

    • Reply
      Jim McConnell
      August 21, 2021 at 4:16 pm

      Thank you.

      One of the last things I said to my mom through the window in the covid unit was that they were calling for snow. She said that she hoped she would see it. I hope she did.

  • Reply
    Ralph Turner
    August 22, 2021 at 7:04 pm

    Very sorry to read of your loss, Jim, particular so, to the ravages of this ghastly virus. a most eloquent and moving account. Thank goodness for your girls and the snow bringing a glimmer of light in the darkness. For what it’s worth, I reckon you’ve done a splendid job with the Kodak film, the colour balance quite natural, particularly skin tones. Thank you for sharing.

    • Reply
      Jim McConnell
      August 22, 2021 at 8:39 pm

      Thanks Ralph. ProImage 100 is actually a great film in a lot of ways and I suspect that my own mental state had just as much to do with the frustration as the film. I shoot mostly Fuji C200 when it comes to color, and I have a good process worked out with that film. Maybe the lesson is don’t try something crazy when you don’t have the patience for experimentation. 🙂

  • Reply
    Hamish McLean
    August 22, 2021 at 9:49 pm

    My condolences, When my mother died, a friend wrote to me to say that we our parents are with us through our children. I wish you all the best.

    • Reply
      Jim McConnell
      August 22, 2021 at 10:27 pm

      Thanks for the kind words.

  • Reply
    Dan Castelli
    August 23, 2021 at 4:46 am

    Jim, I’m sorry to hear that you Mom passed away. So many have suffered, so much sorrow. I view the act of you sharing the pics a courageous one. The pics are a reminder that even in the dark times, there are moments of beauty and grace. I understand the need to make photos at times like this, I’ve done it myself. It is just something we need to do.

  • Reply
    Peter Christensen
    August 24, 2021 at 6:16 pm

    Thank you for the photos and story, reminded me of my parents…


  • Reply
    August 28, 2021 at 5:06 am

    These are the kinds of time we should all capture on film if we are are able and I am in awe that you were able to do so . With you words these simple images come to life and really show your sense of loss. My condolences to you and your family, I lost both my parents some time ago and I hope through these kinds of posts and your ability to vocalize (either in written form or otherwise) give you closure and you can move on to remember the times that matter.

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