INDIANAPOLIS IN BLACK AND WHITE
A few weeks ago, I took thirteen rolls of film in to be developed. Four of those rolls were black and white, and two of those four were from months and months beforehand. So here you are--images from April, when I still lived in Herron-Morton, when the magnolia petals fluttered with the wind of a passing storm. Images from May, when I went to Of Monsters and Men, my first outdoor concert in Indianapolis. Images from August and September. This summer, this fall. Just before I started full-time. They're all here--the cafe on Mass Ave, the Cultural Trail on which I bike and walk, the classic car parked in my quaint neighborhood, the memorials and stadiums and streets of Indy.