my quinny-pie. just a few days shy of five months (say what?!?) and she’s gotten herself on film. the scans just came in and though i’m not physically touching the prints yet, i can feel their depth. i can smell her sweet hair, and hear her tiny giggle. a bit of portra, a bit of…
nikon f5 . portra 400 he blows in and out of our lives, carving spoons from an ear of corn and animal bone. he climbs trees. he does his own tattoos. he builds the best lego ships and while on a hike, he lets his nephew pee in his nalgene bottle because he’s never gone…
“happiness, hit her like a train on a track” the other night justin and i stared at each other in disbelief as we realized what a big event was ahead of us. he told me about this song and i realized how perfect it is for us, for our trials, for our future. it’s been…
film. it came into my life a few years ago via an sx-70 polaroid camera. heavy and strong, smelling of the era from which she came. i invested quite a bit into the film at the time, cherishing those ten exposures like fine chocolate. a while later i would welcome a hasselblad, sexy and sleek…
