KITTIES!!!







Man, I want me some kitties.

One of my friends in elementary school used to get dropped off every day in an orange bug like this one. There's something about this kind of car that's always caught my interest, probably because so many of the ones I see are some sort of crazy color.

There is nothing particularly exciting about this photo except that it is representative of a place (and a time) that I love.

The return drive was less noteworthy (and better) weather-wise. I will note that we drove most of the way across a snow-covered WY in the middle of a clear, bright-mooned night and it looked absolutely stunning. I squirmed and clenched the wheel, itching to pull over and take some photos, but never did for lack of a good place to pull over (there is a surprisingly long stretch of I-80 in WY with no rest stops), lack of a tripod and good shoes to tromp through the snow with, and abundance of an already-irritated travel partner.

More on my spring break trip last year:
The gloom of the road lifted once I was dropped off at my destination, and despite the hardship and fact that over 50% of the break was spent in transit, I still don't regret a thing. I loved getting to see old friends and family, and I loved my break.


























In regards to the last two photos...
Little did I know it would be the last time I could ever see them all together like this. Several months after this photo was taken one of the people in the photo died, the result of some freak bacterial infection.

It makes me think about the part of photography that has little to do with how the picture is taken and everything to do with what it captures; the camera's unique ability to take the light reflected from that one instant in time and deliver it to a little strip of plastic film. By the time the light has finished permanently altering the film, the instant is already gone.

Which brings me to one of the reasons that I prefer film photography over digital. Besides my personal preference for the look of it above digital, using film is more romantic. Something's just very impersonal about digital photography, about the people and places and moments you love being broken down into 1's and 0's to be tumbled around in a computer with everything else. Obviously I can only sing the praises of film so much seeing as how I do partake in the conveniences of sharing photos digitally (I hardly ever mail out prints these days), but these are my thoughts about it all.


RIP, Brian. I wish I could have spent more time with you, but I feel like I got an [unusually, given my experiences with most people] large amount of good from the times I was in your presence. You are missed, remembered.