Kodak Gold 200 film pilfered from my grandfather over the summer. Expiration date: Sometime in the eighties or nineties, most probably. A mere eight shots out of 36 were spat out of the developer’s as visually legible prints, but they encompass the freak October snowstorm/Thanksgiving 2011 in Schenectady/balcony evenings, and for that I find them beautiful.
“It does not matter how long you’ve kept us in cages. It does not matter how strong your gravity is; we were always meant to fly.” - Sarah Kay
