No. Cuts. ‘Til. Twangfest! (Sorry, Beastie Boys.) (at Columbus, Indiana)
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My ridiculously talented and generous brother, Josh (@split_personality_studio), brought me an early birthday gift he made on the #glowforge. I am truly grateful, because it. is. incredible.
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Thank you, Conan, for one of my greatest birthdays ever, and for all the years of your weird-ass nonsense. (at San Jose, California)
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This has to go, and I don’t mean maybe. #pandemichair (at Columbus, Indiana)
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We used to have to take pictures with like. a camera. and then connect it to a computer with a usb to transfer them. to upload to photobucket . im literally shaking
nobody tell op about having to take literal rolls of film to walmart and then wait 2 weeks to find out whether your finger was in the way
Mom would take her film rolls to the local mom-and-pop photography store that always smelled like the chemicals they used in the back room to develop and print. I’d go with her when I was little and always loved looking at the large format landscape prints the owner had hanging on the walls, while we waited for the owner’s wife to sift through the bins to find the big envelope of our prints, only to find out that my grandmother blinked in every. fucking. photo.
I think it says a lot about my personality that I’ve never been happier or more at peace than when I was in the blackout closet spooling Ilford Delta 3200 onto a reel in total darkness, operating exclusively by touch. That was at least 20 years ago.
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I’ve lost all my post-high-school weight, and I’m feeling pretty good about my XLT shirts and 46” jeans. Used to be XXXXXLT and a 56-inch waist pant.
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Rainy Saturday cooking, part 1: #hatchgreenchile #tillamook sharp cheddar white cornmeal scones with #traderjoes roasted corn. Ho. Lee. Crap. (at Columbus, Indiana)
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Somehow I manage to look at a clock or my phone at 11:11 every day, and it reminds me of Mark Yeaton, who substituted for my 4th grade teacher, Sue Walters, at Clifty Creek whole she was out on maternity leave. He told us 11:11 was the time that a portal opened up in the dryer and took one sock of each pair. He also taught us how to write a check, so that’s a useful skill in 2019. (at Columbus, Indiana)
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My car is kind of a dick. Also, it makes think of “SERENITY NOW!” and makes me laugh. Tomorrow, friend. Tomorrow. (at Columbus, Indiana)
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