Monday, January 17, 2011
An icy morning breaks with a promise of more messy weather on the doorstep for tomorrow. I still remember how excited I was with that piece of mystery in my hands. It was a summer of my youth and only a few adults seemed to be clutching cameras. Here I was sitting on the Nelson's porch holding that Kodak, showing it off and eventually firing off a couple of rolls of my friends in stupid poses. I immediately ran home and begged Mom to take them to be developed. Soon after, I remember lifting the screen on my bedroom window and taking strange- angled pictures of the Corner at all times of day. Cameras have changed a lot, but not the drive to record my world and the people I meet.