ilana caye

Holy heck and a half, it’s been too long. I’ll admit, when these days start whirling like dervishes (as they have for the past few months) I have a hard time slowing down enough to process what’s actually happening outside of the current-cognitive blur in which I am desperately clinging to a tree branch as the world shakes around. My brain catches up with the course of events around the same time my photos do (following the turtle-pace-process of developing and hand-scanning) but I guess this sort of works. I am now both sane and in possession of a cach