Car Ride #1 – Camera Blog

Welcome to a new series of blogs, I am honestly really excited for this. A lot of my content will be shifting to written format, as I am working to save up for a professional debut studio album ???? Is that what you even call it? I want to make something that is really good quality for you guys. In the meanwhile, I’ve resorted to writing and blogging. I never really shared my camera footage with you guys, unless you found my Tumblr, but even then I did not explain every moment I’ve captured on this camera from my childhood. I know it’s really trendy to carry one of these around at raves, but honestly, I love the quality of it. When pressing the shiny silver button on top, the camera chimes, waits a few seconds, then flashes an alarmingly bright light. It captures every moment so concisely because of this small and awkward delay between the time the button is pressed to when the picture is taken. Now I’m going to show you my favorite pictures, I’ll give you the context behind them as well.

January 2021 – Indiana

Before I moved to the city, I would commute from Southeast Michigan to visit Chicago. On one of these long car rides, I captured this truck taking an exit along the highway with a glimmer of the moon peaking above the clouds. To get a feel for how I was feeling, I was probably listening to these songs:

Akira Yamaoka – You’re Not Here

Перемотка – Встречная

Flyleaf – So I Thought

I was beginning to write a story that I’ve been writing for two years. Every once in a while, when I can’t direct my attention on anything else but this fiction i’ve crafted to escape my reality, I’ll allow the words to spew out of me.

I have to remind myself that this is real sometimes. I can’t imagine what happened.

My dad and I always found beauty in industry. He says its “the signs of progress”, I say it looks weird when it’s trying to blend into the trees.
I always thought signs like this were cool. I want to dial the number sometimes.

January 2021 – Chicago

I don’t have these shoes anymore, I wore them out.
I took my mom to see Al Capone’s grave.

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