the pictures are (so far) from that epic party/fundraiser that we had at my old house in Kirkwood.
they don't really hold any sort of nostalgic sentiment for me. but they are making me a little sad. the photos aren't themselves the sad thing, its just realizing that so much has happened in the space of time between when these photos were taken and now.
photography is about capturing time. the light of the moment leaves its record on the emulsion and those moments are saved. ghosts caught in the gelatin and silver.
but then I forget about the film. put it aside and live for a while.
I have loved my friends, I have loved my lovers, I grew closer with some, and others went away. I changed my style and changed my hair as things fell apart and then came back together.
In the space between these pictures and me, I have lived.
my stomach is throbbing like a heart
