More old photos. Each with their own unique problems, but in every one I see a clearer reflection of what I saw/felt in the moments that they were captured. At the time that I took these, I made some edits to them that I can only now qualify as "lousy." Even still, as I looked back on them this evening, I could still see something within the original images that made me remember.
I made some new edits to each of these images this evening, but they still have problems. Problems that I'm not really all that interested in correcting anymore. They're all definitely a little different than what I intended at the time, but I can now see the beauty in them. Finally. It's been two years since I took these on a gorgeous fall afternoon. Walking through the neighborhood that I fell in love with. My neighborhood.