leaving here a small collection of imperfect photos, taken with expired film, that make me happy.
perhaps exactly because of their imperfection.
and perhaps also because of:
walls with faces.
a counter with late-night-suburban-foraged apples.
a dog that follows the yellow brick road and her ornery friend, a crossed eyed cat.
glasses of red wine.
brown booted friends treading on perfectly worn rugs.
music and candles and lights-left-on for those going away and coming back.
and a kindred spirit found in an ethereal soul who i often wish didn't live on the exact opposite coast from my coast.
shot with kodak gold 200 35mm film in Portland Oregon of my beautiful friend Anna's house