Photographic Memory

I'm kind of in love with this photo. It was taken with expired B&W film on the Diana Mini camera I received as a graduation gift. I took it about a month ago, but it looks like history, or somebody else's memory.

Lately I've been thinking a lot about different ways to represent the ways we experience different places, and the way we experience the memories of a place. The sort of territorial, proprietary feelings we (okay, maybe just I) get about the places we've lived, whether we loved them or hated them or were just passing through.

I've lived in my current apartment for about a year and a half, and I have no plans to leave in the immediate future. Looks like this is going to be the longest I've stayed put since I was eighteen. I've been immersed in a writing project about my hometown, so I've been spending a lot of mental time in Southwest Missouri circa 1990...but I think I am just about ready to turn my focus to the city.