not who we were or where we're going

My brother came to visit briefly.

Sometimes I capture moments that haunt me.

rainy winter thoughts

It rained and was cold and we made cupcakes for my roommate's birthday.
Tara took the pictures of me.

those I haunt

I recently read the surrealist novel Nadja by Andre Breton, and he discusses that our identities could be defined by who we haunt.

I do not haunt people, but I leave fragments of myself behind in words and photographs.

rewind

Tara and I went out on photo adventures on Mondays this past semester, because she had projects to complete for her film class, and because I will use any excuse to take photos. My favorite place to run to when the light gets slanty and golden is the swamp that surrounds the lowlands by the river, out where the city runs out and everything is vast and still.

driving away with windows down

Tara is taking a film photography class, and we went out to work on a project. She had to shoot medium format, so I shot medium format, too. And 35 mm, which is what these are.

blossoms my heart must bear

Sometimes, I just need my friends. I need to forget that we're here for a purpose, and that we don't have endless afternoons like this. And they needed it, too, so we escaped for an hour or so, slipping back in right before the rain.