You know the story. You grow up, get a job, make a bit of money, this affords you a nicer camera than the one you’ve been tooling around with and, in turn, opens up some tear in the fabric of your life. From this point forward, life stops moving in a linear direction, and just as you begin to understand the gravitational draw of nostalgia, the withering of the body along with the enlightening of the soul, the beauty of the…
