Everything starts to bloom. Skeletons of trees grow green, forming bridges overhead. Everyone leaves their homes. Spring awakens some part of you.
The joys of shooting film again are becoming more and more apparent to me. Even the feeling of the camera slung over my shoulder, a Yashica my step-father used to use in yearbook club. The slight tug a reminder of its presence, like an old friend with whom you need not talk to spend time. Waiting to pick your film up and the unpredictability of what will come back.
And then there was Tulip Fest...
Happy Spring, everyone. xo