recuerdos rosados
I've been taking photos of pink things. I'd intended to print them into a zine for you, things I'd seen while you were away. Given that the timetable has shortened, I can put what I got here. Or, I can keep on going and surprise you with it sometime. This is a long way of saying I've been thinking of you, and I've remembered your favorite color.
photos for her, not shared
you know
abeja mía
I'd say "us" if she were here
she makes me appreciate highways, even if they're damned and blasphemous
revolt
gates make me think of moses
we saw something here
me when she's not around
she likes transit
holy smoke show haha
there's a chapel I've yet to photograph in IB, it's abandoned and I'm heading there to get a shot for her when I can
we walked past this
sea of reeds
cyclists make me think of her
my, uh, transit service
I was looking for pink
only her
photos for her, shared
I think she's seen all these. I disturbed the bees to get over for this shot, and waited for them to settle back into the flowers. I shot more than 20 frames trying to get one resting on the flower, as opposed to digging inside it.
what I’d admitted to myself that night
one impoverished meal with her is worth more than feasts with anyone else, I'd rather be her paramour than anyone else's husband, I'd rather see horror by her side than beauty by anyone else's. and I'm lucky, because I do get to see beauty with her, and we'll see more