It’s late in the season. I wonder if anyone told the bee.
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It always surprises me how quickly and how tall these wildfowers grow, only to die down to the ground by autumn.
When I’m an old man, I’ll while away the hours rocking on the porch, sipping spiked lemonade, smoking cigars and ogling the young ladies walking by.
The clouds roll in, like a promise to end the drought. The drought will end, but it won’t be thanks to these clouds.
Quiet now.
This isn’t it, but it reminds me of a place I go, from time to time, where there’s no man-made sound, only the breeze in the trees.
If you can get somewhere like that every now and then, do so.
I immediately gave up on Polaroid when they announced the end of film production. Then, a few months later, I saw some fresh 600 at the grocery store…
It’s like that girlfriend you break up with when you realize you don’t have a future together. Then, a few months later, you run into her at the grocery store…
This shot has a little bit of everything: light leaks, double exposure, wrinkles, dirt, and sweat. I kinda like how it ended up, but if I never have this many problems with a roll of film again, it’ll be too soon.
Friday, August 22nd
Bernie’s Distillery
10PM 5ive Bucks
Your Favorite Assassin
The Electric Grandmother
Take No Damage
James & James
