Well hello there. Been a while, hasn’t it? Don’t you worry, this isn’t like those Other Times I have started a blog and then abandoned it a month later, oh no. I have still been thinking about this blog regularly! And I am still committed to telling stories from places I’ve been, sharing photos, and rambling on about film photography.
Do you ever swoon and sigh over the beauty of the leaves changing color in the fall, but feel like your photos don’t do the colors justice? Me too. But I remembered something the other day that helped me out, and it’s actually something that will bring vibrance to ANY photos of plants, autumn or not.
I only lived in London for about 4 months in total, June through September 2015. That’s the shortest time of anywhere I would say I’ve lived. But it was a meaning-heavy summer - I was between university and the real world, between two long-term relationships, and between two continents. It was a place where I grappled with my life changing, so it takes up space in my heart disproportional to the amount of time I spent there.
In the winter of 2016, I was having a real millennial crisis. The summer before, I had graduated from university and was charmed enough to find a job working for a pretty interesting company with pretty cool coworkers. For the first few months, I was excited to be finding my place in this strange new “real world”. But as fall turned into winter, I started to get anxious about how stuck I was in Boston, my new home city.