I developed an old roll of film today, I hadn't realized it was still tucked into one of my old cameras with one photo left to take. It's a strange feeling, getting moments back you'd forgotten you had.

Most of this roll was from the first true day of autumn since moving to the city. It was one of the best days.

April in pieces

 

in the backyard, being brave, chasing light

spring hit right around sunset

you won’t fall in love with bones and skin (not like they did, not like them)

and the abandoned buildings that once took me captive