A Nikon FM, sitting in the basement of my mother-in-law’s house, found its adoption in me. I have been craving an analog life (as I type on a 2024 Macbook pro). I jumped the social ship in August and haven’t felt better. It pulls us away from each other. We laugh alone in our bedrooms. The further away I swim, the darker it looks.
There’s an island you can get to, once you escape the sea. It’s gorgeous. Bluer skies, sweeter fruit. I am just happy to be here. I always have been. I feel gratitude when the sun warms my skin. I exhale with the birds. How lucky am I to be alive? To watch beautiful sunsets and the ends of rainbows like they were painted just for me? To love so deeply, and be loved.
Anyway, enjoy the humans I caught on my first film roll.
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