Life is a Box of Film

I was cleaning out a couple of drawers last weekend and I found quite a few treasures that I had forgotten about.  An old shirt that I LOVE, some jewelry and a roll of undeveloped film from my holga that I had shot a few years ago.  I had no idea what was on it, but when I finally saw the pictures I had taken, I can't explain what I felt.

There, on my computer screen was a sequence of blurry photos of my grandmother. It's been about a year since she passed away.  When she left us my world was turned upside down in many ways, but very often I will feel her around me, protecting me, reminding me she is still with me.  I long to see her face in my hands again.  I miss her smile, her laugh, her sense of humor.  Only people who have experienced the loss of someone so close to them can understand.  The memories started flooding my mind as I remembered the day I snapped those photos.  She was always willing to pose for me and for that I was grateful.  Now as I look at these photos, it will forever remind me of the day my grandmother said hello to me through a forgotten roll of film.

A few other random shots... a friend posing for me on the train tracks.

Fullerton train station.

Love this one.