One of my favorite hobbies is shooting a roll and loosing it somewhere in the ether (aka my room) and wonderfully stumbling upon it 2 years later. For me, its one of the best qualities of a photograph. The period in between seeing and reliving. Its like a surprise sometimes, but sometimes its just magic. Its like capitalizing off my own horrible memory and reading a good story that I wrote to myself a long long time ago.
Somehow this roll made it through 8 moves. or at least i think.
Midtown, Inman park, Midtown, Kirkwood, Edgewood, Reynoldstown, Storage unit, Brooklyn.