It's been a while and I don't have any excuse other than it feels like my backlog snowballed into a backforest and I grew so overwhelmed I didn't know where to start. I kept thinking that this next post would be the one where I finally felt understood, where my future would feel bright and clear, and I could skip on my merry way into the sunshine of the ever after.
That's a lot of pressure to put on a blog post.
And so I'm here, recognizing that I will probably never blog everything I've held in my heart, but also realizing that if I don't share anything, I'm not even giving myself a chance. My hope is that in sharing my imperfect more often, my nostalgia will take over and imperfect it may no longer be.
35mm Ilford B&W film with my little Minolta around mostly Portland but with a Seattle cameo