One of the perks of being REALLY bad at getting film developed in a timely fashion is getting to re-live fun adventures way after the fact. Case in point: disposable camera goodness from that time Elizabeth met me in Lubbock and we had the most random assortment of tourist adventures, including pretzels bigger than our faces.
Cadillac Ranch is always one of the first places I take friends when they visit Amarillo. It’s admittedly a little underwhelming, but it’s still an experience. So when MD, one of my favorite humans came to visit last summer, off we went.
Last November during our trip up to Portland, we took a day to visit some water at Cape Lookout. Cold beaches beat warm beaches any day.
We got out there just in time to watch the tide come up and a storm roll in - needless to say it was the best. We got thoroughly (and happily) soaked and sand covered before heading to a tiny pub to warm up.
We don't have to talk about how I'm about a year late posting this trip, right? Okay, great.
I love knowing that Roswell is a short day trip away, but also a little sad that I don't go there more often. It's a pretty small place, but I would love to spend more time wandering around and taking in all the kitschy goodness.
I stumbled across this roll of super expired Portra recently (that I hadn't labeled for some reason), and threw it in with the last batch of film I sent off to get processed. I had already prepared myself for it to be blank, so I was pleasantly surprised to see moody, grainy, at least two year old images. They appear to be from right after we moved, but I can't seem to wrap my brain around what day it is this week, much less how long it's been since we moved.