August 2002. When I arrived at the isolated Italian farm I carried with me rolls of black and white 120 mm film. I kept them cool in the grotto. By the time Sam and I departed twelve and a half years later, things were not the same. Not only had film been replaced by pixels, the post-war world we had stepped into had all but vanished. But the most significant change was within us. Containing 15 photographs that span these years, The Long Night Moon records not only a period of time, but acts as a memoir to the transformation that took place.