"a dried honeycomb, an empty hornets nest."
Getting film developed always makes my heart flutter.
but sometimes, rarely, it also makes me sad.
I do, i think, take photographs partly to try to stop time - save moments like I saved shells and driftwood in my treasure boxes when i was little. makes my knees weak when i think that I've lost them all and I have left is the photograph.
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two posts on the kinfolk journal about wonderful Charleston places
we were lucky enough to visit on our little trip.