Oh man that gives me flashbacks. Especially getting ready for winter coming up. Might have to go dust that off and play.

Mountain biking, beach, rock climbing, climbing gym, snowboarding, trail run, photo walk, games night, camping … I like where I live!

Knocking on the door of 40. I spent this week moving into my own new place after a decade of toxicity, so this one resonates with me as well.

Got my grandpa’s Minolta XE7 in the bag on my way to visit my daughter for the holidays. Not my oldest camera, but he’s not around anymore so there’s some nice sentiment capturing family moments with his camera. Security hand checked the film, no questions asked, so that’s nice. Couple rolls of HP5 to push for inside, and some Gold 200 if we get some sunny weather.

A few more for you that I don’t think I’ve seen mentioned: Kalaido Tycho Worakls The Cinematic Orchestra

I’m sure the picture I’m creating in my head is way more majestic than the reality was, but It’s beautiful. Sounds like after the fanny pack and socks he just said fuck it and leaned into it hard.

Same here. Have yet to find a reason to consider anything else.