#punches

i foraged a stack of old trade magazines last week. i started processing the paper this morning

after a too dry spring, we've had inches and inches of rain the last two weeks. there are mushrooms all over the place. yesterday, i cut through the sanctuary to the owl prowl, without getting trespassed by the old lady again. the woods were so lush, the trails were dark tunnels. i finished a new mixtape and i have almost enough trimmings for a sprue

last night we ate faux-fil-a nuggies and fancy fries, drank dollar bucket nonsense, and talked about firefly camping next week

i think the camera i here is the same one i used to shoot all the polaroid jesus pictures. it's old and well used. i know the new film chemistry isn't the same. a lot of the old stuff for it isn't made, isn't safe, isn't legal anymore. the new formulas, not quite right yet. the prints don't smell right when they're developing. still, i think the old camera has the most say in how these pictures are turning out. they're getting more and more painterly. i love how they look against the dark