I was cleaning and found an oldish journal. When I opened it, out poured a pile of Polaroids from San Francisco 2004, and on. The photos brought this wave of emotions. The pages were composed with the adage of a single girl growing up to become a married woman. I miss that city and the friends left there, but I don't miss the theatrical growing pains I invited along.
One of my favorite photos is the front of City Lights bookstore.
Do you remember the Lyndsay Diaries? It's Scott Windsor's side project. So good.//