April 25, 2020 in 9th grade armed with my first camera i would shoot tons of license plates. I was in a small yeshiva in the University District of Seattle. I had no idea what flannel was, what weed smelled like nor had I heard of grunge. Yet it was all around me. (Our idea of fun was cutting class and hanging outside hotels to get baseball cards signed by visiting teams). Fast forward years later I’m living in SF and find the coolest old cars with beautiful patina. Maybe it’s the salt from the ocean I don’t know what does it but California, Australia, even Maine has some of the most beautiful beat up old pieces of shit cars that I can look at for days. I wish I could take really nice pics of them with fancy cameras one day. For now I’m fine drooling with the iphone but it could be fun sitting with some look down camera medium format kinda thing. Maybe it’s the sound of the shutter maybe it’s the feeling of pushing down a button maybe it’s waiting til you can see it. I don’t know. I’m not that guy really. I can be though. I don’t own a fancy heavy look down but I’ve been known to shoot film on occasion. Felt emo may edit later but the car is here to stay. I know most y’all don’t come here for this and for that I say open your eyes a bit more. Find beauty in the everyday.