Every spring my neighborhood is filled with these fluff pink trees. Giant pink cotton balls to welcome you home every day.

Everyone thinks I’m crazy for shooting film lately. But I kinda like getting back to the basics. Besides, its going to be a while before I can afford a DSLR (I’m thinking NIkon D60or D80), so I’m going to have to get my fill of manual goodness through my Dad’s old Nikon FM. Thirty years and counting, and its still going strong. They just don’t make things like they used to, do they?