A frigid, windy day presented the perfect opportunity to finally scan the last of the film I had developed as prints. Once again looking back on moving, now that I’ve been here long enough that boxes are finally becoming a distant memory.
Though, truthfully, it was only about a month and a half ago that I unpacked or stowed away the last of my boxes. A testament to my too frequent house-moving: my inability to break down an (“Incredible Edible”) egg box (with handles) in which I have packed my tea sets since the Boston era. I don’t plan on moving in 2009, but it’s just the perfect box…
