The beauty of dying mediums will never lose its appeal to me. Letter writing, libraries, mix CDs. I don’t shoot with film often, but boy when I do, I can just feel the magic. The uncertainty of not knowing what moment you captured. The patience until you click the last frame. The surprise of seeing photos you’d long forgotten you had imagined.
They are never great photos, technically speaking. Grainy and a little out of focus and not enough light or too much. They might be of nothing or the tiniest something and will never mean anything to anyone else. But that is precisely why they actually are – the greatest.
Our first and only tiny apartment in Los Angeles for the past five years.
Our homemade garden boxes.
Throwback to childhood and simpler times.
My favorite neighborhood coffee shop.
His and hers.
Twirling in poppy fields.
That time we got the last camping site in Yosemite.
Not a camping trip without s’mores.
Chilly mornings in the forest.
That morning light.
That postcard view.
Signs of Paris in LA.
Chilly beach hangs with my mama.
I live here.