This afternoon, I picked up the mystery roll of 35mm film that I found in my neglected Canon AE-1. The images I got back are all from our last trip to New Orleans, before we made The Move.
I adore the grit and grain, all the imperfections and flaws, in all of these images.
Most of that week was pouring, torrential rain. We hid in bars during all day, drinking and reading. It was lovely.
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