hanging at picnic rock

melancholy springs eternal (lightness, darkness)

laid to rest, bearing witness

anthropomorphous tree, a study in epigenetics (they fear us)

acolyte of reverie (enter: simulacra)

alright i’m going through something here

classic reddit rollercoater

“The trees do not like strangers. They watch you. They are usually content merely to watch you, as long as daylight lasts, and don't do much.”

they’ll find me hanging at picnic rock

field notes on mid winter blue hour lighting conditions on black and white film; light but not enough for easy film exposure, dark but not enough to head home yet (‘but it’s still so early! wait let me try with a different film stock’). the first star comes out and the moon doesn’t rise because she never set. she’s been watching the whole day and she’s watching us now, wandering through thickets that have been upturned by the floods and resettled in places they shouldn’t be. why does the invasive flora always seem to gather together? kudzu, castor bean, balloon vine, stinking passionflower, common lantana—bands of outlaws traversing the waterways together, setting up camps, laying down roots, suffocating and strangling the natives, colonising the landscape. invaders tricking us with pretty flowers and unseasonal greenery (‘okay the sun is too low now, let’s head back. wait! one last photo!’)

canon a-1 | portra 800

just the essentials

right 📷 mamiya 645 1000s | 110mm 2.8 🎞️ kodak gold 200

canon ftb ql, 50mm 1.8 ✢ kodak colorplus 200