the last slivers of golden hour trickling through the trees and keeping us company 
elevation: 3070 metres (whereas i'm barely one and a half)
taken at a peculiar cardboard toyshop ideal for paper-cut enthusiasts
the black sand wetland, where shoes were cast aside and left piled up at the edge of a long, winding bridge
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i can't believe we're in the midst of august already. hell, i can barely fathom that i've consumed more than half of 2015 the way i consume bags of seaweed in one sitting– very, very quickly. i know time is relative and such– i feel like the older and increasingly self-conscious i get, the more slippery years and other quantities of it become. i can see myself being 25 and looking back on my long-awaited summer holidays and seeing crosshatches of all these months fusing into one grand moment. the best i can do is to record these glimpses before it inevitably happens, i guess
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photos taken with nikon f-401s with ektar 100 film and iphone 5s.
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Loved how you edited your photographs!
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