These guys.
Chairlift to heaven.
Balboa Park in blue.
Looking up to see a giant sky overhead and feeling teeny tiny and small in comparison is one of my favorite parts of being a human.
When things get a little too serious around here, whether we’re being too quiet, arguing too heatedly over something that doesn’t matter, or wallowing around in old clothes and our own lazy-human smells, Emerson likes to break up the pattern by ripping an obnoxiously loud dog fart.
The best part of getting mystery film processed is finding little gifts to me from Past Sarah.
My first screen ever. It’s wall art now.