Lost & Found

Lost… Found

These days, when I come across an old box of negatives/prints, I don’t always immediately recognize them as mine. Not sure if that’s just from getting older or maybe a side effect from head injuries… ? Or both? Or Neither? Maybe they’re actually not mine?

It makes it hard to enjoy finding these photos because there’s no immediate story that comes with it, no swell of nostalgia.

Look at this pic. I wish I had a cool story about this car.