i am nostalgic for the yesterdays (of high school) wandering around the only town i knew), camera melded to my right hand. the strap wrapped around my wrist, swinging at my side as we crossed the suburban sidewalks. greg was usually next to me. occasionally i would tell him to get into a tree or something, look at the distance, move your face that way, okay...great i did it. let's go.
there was a pond a few neighborhoods over we would walk to. it was nice. sometimes people would fish there, but usually we'd be the only ones.
we had a strange relationship. 100% purely platonic. i think that's somewhat odd in high school, spending all your time with someone of the opposite sex but never even conceiving of developing Feelings for him. maybe it's because i knew even that that he was gay, deep down, and he did too.
anyway,
thinking of myself as a photographer makes me nostalgic. i'm a different artist now. i couldn't explain it to you.