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I’m experimenting with through the viewfinder photography again. I find that I still love the feel of the old Kodak and the distortion and noise introduced by the dirty lenses and mirror. I love the brokenness and imperfection and mess.

a cold sunday rain

I adore the rain. Can’t help myself. Rain means Good Earth sweet and spicy roiboos tea. Claude Bolling and Jean-Pierre Rampal on vinyl. A thick blanket warm from the dryer. I’m folding down and away, curling in, matting with the wet leaves.