I’m having a lousy day. I offered to let a friend of mine borrow my car. The garage space I started renting is tricky to navigate for non-residents, so I met my friend there. We went down to the car, I clicked the FOB. Nothing. Shit. I think I left an overhead light on after a recent trip out to the Olympic Peninsula. The vehicle is a 2014 model – seems like it should be able to save me from being a dumbass.
I’m starting a side project, another photo book or zine. I’m not going to discuss it here because it’s a present. Then again, there’s almost 0% chance that the intended recipients would read about it here. The project involves going back through my archive, which means revisiting photos I haven’t seen in a long time, which means distractions.
Here’s a distraction for you.