I found the negatives I was searching for, in my closet with other random photo stuff.

These are what I'll be printing this week for my grandmother. My grandfather is in the hospital right now, because his blood pressure dropped suddenly and his heart rate was somewhere around 50.

These are from a road trip last summer to South Carolina. I just got in the car with my old canon AE-1 and took pictures. I miss my car for that reason. I used to use driving as a stress reliever, something I could do to unwind. I miss that a lot.

I haven't been photographing as much as I'd like to. I've been worrying more about money and jobs and life, and how to not fuck up completely.

I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to survive, but as my love says, there's a good feeling, and everything will work itself out somehow. I just have to not worry myself to death.