New Hampshire on film 🖤🍂
I do find myself missing its cozy charm quite often. Life feels simpler, slower. It’s a lot easier to find quiet
And ticks. A lot of ticks.
My home🖤
Can I get a little commotion for the boy??!
From my latest visit with my dearest Skully Skellington 🖤 Who is still living his best life with my parents in New Hampshire (minus him getting porcupined in the face on my first night). He’s a small town boy now💫
🎞️Fujifilm 400
My dad gave me a big envelope of my grandmother’s negatives for me to archive, I scanned through the first roll tonight 🖤 Wish I could walk through these with her. She was full of so much life and so many stories-I’m excited to bear witness to some of them. I’m ashamed I can’t remember whether this is Boadie or Aba, one of them was green and one of them was blue. To be fair I don’t think I ever truly learned which bird was which, I’d forget all the time. Memory is weird
Love and miss you dearly
