December 5, 2011

18th B

Much of my life lately has been spent as a wandering teenager walkin aimlessly through suburbia, and I like to think that when I'm walking, I'm punctuating thoughts with my feet and breathing over things that would normally go stale inside my head. The physicality of moving from point a to everywhere does something for me that point b could never do. Having nowhere to go can feel kind of nice when you let it. 

I took these on my 18th birthday, when the fog was so thick it made everything so ambient and full.

Callah and Heather

 Jessi, Callah and the naked trees


Houses houses houses packed like sardines


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