Came across a shoebox of slides from a trip we took to the coast in 2011. I don't even remember being on that trip. Found myself going through them last night and I've got maybe thirty of them spread across the studio floor right now.

The funny thing is I'm not upset about it. Four years ago this would've wrecked me. Now I'm just looking at these pictures of us at some lighthouse and thinking the light in them is actually really good. So I'm cutting a few up for a piece about places you visit and don't remember being at. My hands smell like old photo emulsion and I honestly don't hate it.

He was a decent guy. We just had nothing to say to each other for the last three years. But he took a good photo when he cared to.