I love film. The limits. The waiting. The not knowing. The colors and contrasts. The grain. The “accidents.” The rush.

Is now traveled….

I had passed the trailhead no less than 2,000 times and not gone up. Today was the day. The first day of Fall. I grabbed a gorgeous pal and headed up the trail with my camera. We found lots of treasures. A fort with an old chair and underwear in it (hhhhrrrrrrrmmmm), gems in the form of Rainier beer cans shining from dark crevices, glowing seed pods and much more. Beauty - even in trash - all around.

Sometimes mistakes are the best way to stumble on, or be reminded of, a technique. For example, thinking the display on my camera was broken because it wasn't advancing and then realizing it had somehow been set to multiple exposure (I suspect a toddler was behind this). Now I know where that button is and can use it. Yay!