magic on sunday: can you hold this?
one night this past week around 10:45pm, i thought that it would be a good idea to organize all of the printed photos that i’ve taken over the past 6ish years, either via a disposable camera, my parents old canonet that took my baby photos, or my fuji instant camera. i pulled out shoe boxes from under my bed, in my closet, and from the bottom drawer of my nightstand. as i started to organized them by date, event, etc, i found myself reliving lovely details of moments and memories i’d only vaguely remembered. there was something really sacred and magical about holding each photo - each memory - in my hands.
when i was younger, i remember always having a camera, be it disposable or a cheap plastic film point and shoot. as i got older (but before my first digital camera), my sister and i would take monthly walks to k-mart to develop our film.
sometimes a few prints didn’t show up, but it was all right, it was almost expected. either way, there was an intense excitement that came with opening the sturdy envelope and flipping through each photo. i always got doubles and i always put my photos into a tangible album.
a few years ago, i did a little project where i carried a disposable camera with me wherever i went. i felt a little cliche doing it, but i wanted to remind myself that you could still capture a moment without it being perfectly posed, crafted, and filtered. it forced me to slow down and stop and think about what i truly wanted to remember about that moment, and then…hope for the best.
you’re welcome - wavves
taking care of eddy - surfer blood
i know something that’s gonna break your heart - sondre lerche
marinade - dope lemon
certainty - temples
another song about ghosts - joy again
white awakening - les rallizes dénudés
until sunday,
meghan