i spent the evening hanging out with matt for the first time in a while. we went out and grabbed some dinner and then sat out on the back porch, drinking bourbon and shooting the shit. it was a good time, and we're hoping to hit a pool hall tomorrow night.

it's getting into that late summer period. where you sit on the front porch, drinking beer, and watching lightning from a far off storm race across the sky. it's that point in the year where you realize you're more than halfway through it, already. nights like this only spark reflection. a time to come to grips with your summer full of mistakes and missteps. a time to look regret in the face and try to live with it.

what do you do when all your summer amounts to is a stack of snapshots?

buy more film, i guess.