Black and White Daydreams

Old photos finding new light

I’m sharing something a little different this week—photos! I don’t know if I’d call myself a photographer, but I do enjoy taking photos. I have a Pentax LX that I love shooting, even if a lot of the images turn out kind of shitty. That’s the fun of film—the end result is always a little bit of a surprise.

These photos are from 2020, but they’ve just been sitting on my computer. At least now they’ll see the sun. I hope you enjoy this brief photographic interlude. Your regularly scheduled words will return next week.

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WEEKEND POTPOURRI:

• Currently on repeat:

• A poem:

HEREDITARY

By Sherman Alexie

We're all born
with the same syndrome:
the endless

need to be cradled.
It never gets better.
It's always fatal.