I’ve never been good at judging distances.
all photos are film, taken on a Pentax K1000 in Colorado in January
The only accidents I’ve been in have been scraping cars in parking lots, not realizing how close they are. I’ve hit curbs and once a bird (that was his fault).
I always think places are farther than they appear and people are closer
I think each sentence you write, you speak, is a step towards me and I think we’re getting closer to something. I think each coffee shop roadtrip afternoon adventure in a new city is like driving closer together.
Then I hit a curb and we hit a standstill and I realize neither of us was moving. We were standing still, throwing words across state lines, dancing in eloquent phrases, each with the ghost of the other.
I thought we were close and the end was far, but I’ve never been good at judging distances.