Did I mention I live in Portland now? I do. It's been complicated-- these past few years. I suppose the moving started two years ago. First it was every month or so I'd come up to work or visit. Then last year I essentially lived here but all of my stuff was back in San Francisco. And then on the second day of this year, all of my stuff came up, too.
And even with all of this time to transition, I'm still getting used to it. I'm finding my spots, how to get around without a car (except when dear friends give rides/let me borrow theirs *insertthankfulhandemoji*), working from home. I'm slowly putting a home together, filling it with all of the green life I can find for cheap.
But more on that later. These photos are from late last summer (October is still considered summer back home). I'd just gotten back from Europe, was about to head to Mexico, and needed to get my film developed before I left the next day. So David and I went to one of my favorite spots during my favorite time: the pier at golden hour.
I'm still figuring out this whole film thing. I have my dad's old Minolta and I usually shoot with a prayer that everything will turn out. I'm glad it did this time. Now I want to blow them up and frame them so I can have pictures of home in my new home. That'd be something, wouldn't it?