I finally pulled out my film processing kit yesterday. It's been so long since I exposed these rolls that I didn't even remember what's on them. The first roll, as it turns out, happens to be from when I went to California in late November, for my mom's funeral. There are no images of the actual funeral. That was a situation in which I didn't want to explain to people what the small wooden box was that I kept propping up here and there. A more intrepid pinholer might not have cared, but I also wanted to be fully present to what was happening. Anyway...I was killing time in my hotel room waiting for a ride, it was storming outside, and, well, I seem to have a habit of making pinholes of hotel rooms (there are worse habits).
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