Before my memory card went on its own forever vacation.

On the way to Tamarindo. Costa Rica. 2011.

F train to Manhattan

From the Subway Series. 2011.

When I reopened my eyes, I realized, all along, that I had been in a place that I would never want to leave.

From the Archives. Pradip’s House. Sewanee. 2007.

Platform at Astoria Blvd. From the Subway Series. 2011.

From the Archives.

Aly Bolton. Perpetual Motion. 2007. 35mm.

she sat looking at the night, clutching the blanket tightly around. the city intersected the sweeping sky, sleepless with the endless pinpricks of light. the horns and bustle jarring me from my concentration. isn’t it wonderful, she said, the way the clouds are moving? yes, i replied simply. but it still feels like we are the only ones in the world.

manhattan. 2011. 35mm.

Have posted a similar image before, but this is an image from my latest film roll. Am going to take a stab at 35mm color for the vacation next week :)

Absolutely obsessed with this video right now. The dancing. The music. The cinematography. Gorgeous and captivating.

Guess the pains of a long overdued digital archiving has its perks… found this image in the depths of an old hard drive.

Fond Memories. Gates of Sewanee. Circa 2008.

N/Q to Manhattan. 2011.

“Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.”

He sat watching the planes. The people hugging hello. Hugging goodbye. Feeling the loneliness of the airport with each passing hour. Trying to forget that he had nowhere to go. But to sit. And watch. And listen.