its so humid lately.

my thoughts have been heavy.

I feel big things coming, and changing, and evolving, and dissolving.

I keep tieing my heart strings into knots.

into nots.

My first batch from my zenit.

how this summer feels.

how the grass whisps.

this instrument is successfully capturing how things have been for me.

and to think.

its only my first try with this camera.

soon.

my spirits been itchy.