8m30d2024y

Walking through silver in the city yesterday

I felt a weird desperation. Everything is a slogan, a cute saying, a joke.

Good things are important.

But so is meaning. Purpose.

And my definition doesnt seem to be popular or even understood. 

So..what am i doing comparing my thoughts and feelings to others. There is no alignment. I dont see myself reflected in the world around me. Im not like that and i dont want to be.

kinds of kindness

I loved this.

Its an anthology using the same actors as different character for each story.

Its much better than i thought it would be.

8m25d2024y

first roll of color in a yashica electro35

Last pic of the roll

This one was a surprise. I got the picture the instant he bit the stick. Really happy with that.

Had the color film from my yashica electro35 developed. Pics from the state fair and the day i bought the portra800 film.

I love the camera. Its VERY forgiving. 

The development, i got the same results when i developed them myself. I dont know.

This one is taking entirely too long, its changing.

I like it a lot. Im looking at time spent more than the process. It has to develop on its own.

It has to cure, ferment, grow. Thinkkng about time spent isnt helping it.

I saw words with this one. But over time they went away.

thursday...

This was put in a stack of canvases after applying a layer of oil paint on small sections.

I defined a few spots and called it done.

Not seeing anywhere else i can go with it.

Yesterday was thursday.

I tried to be in a good mood.

But i ended up miserable and angry.

Im no good for anyone when i get like that.

I tried to pull out of it. But its just an unshakeable ugliness.

Im sorry.

Restless.