I miss using my Holga

I think it's time to go pick up some 120 film and head out into the unknown, or, as I like to call it, using my Holga.  I haven't used it successfully since October.

The only thing is, there is one place in Jacksonville that develops 120 film.  They're about 25 miles away and only open 9-5 Monday-Friday.  I work 8:30-5 Monday-Friday.  Balls.

I need to find somewhere online where I can send it until I move somewhere with an accommodating photo lab (such as the wonderful Bay Camera Co. on Habersham in Savannah--seriously the best camera people I've ever met).

So:

-film
-photo lab
-somewhere stimulating
-someone stimulating

Off of More Adventurous

I've been listening to this song nonstop lately. Rilo Kiley becomes my favorite band this time of the year--The Execution of All Things is a fantastic album to listen to with the windows down, before the humidity seeps in--and I'm not sure if it's the lyrics or the violin that affects me more, but something sticks with me whenever I listen to it.


Unfortunately, YouTube doesn't have anything with the album version, just the live, so if you can hear the studio version I 
definitely recommend that.


Any ideas for a good road trip where I can take some pictures? I'm headed to Savannah in June and Tifton in a few weeks,
but I need some new material.

Today's hope is for a new home.

where we are

i envy those
who live in two places:
new york, say, and london;
wales and spain;
l.a. and paris;
hawaii and switzerland.

there is always the anticipation
of the change, the chance that what is wrong
is the result of where you are. i have
always loved both the freshness of
arriving and the relief of leaving. with
two homes every move would be a homecoming.
i am not even considering the weather, hot
or cold, dry or wet: i am talking about hope.

all photos were taken by me over the last six years.