Outer Banks. Been digging in to old work and came across some film I hadn’t yet developed. Just got some quick digital scans back. It’s crazy to think to when I first started making photographs and that I did it with film not knowing what it could do for others or do for myself. What quickly jumping into the digital 1’s and 0’s currency would mean. Crazy to think that all this intangible existence of memory recollection could be so easily lost one day as quickly as it happened. Crazy to think of how life can so easily and rapidly change, whether living on a shifting sand bar or on granite ground. Outer Banks, North Carolina. 2016.