Through The Lens: Wednesday Night at Camp Alameda

Todd and I made up the name "Camp Alameda" some time at the start of our co-habitation, three years ago. The name embodied exactly what we wanted: a fun, silly place to exist; a place for collaboration, and friendship.

I take a long drag of a joint. A small seed of wistfulness sprouts within me. In the solitude of my apartment, my deeper self is revealed. The plant grows, and I simply observe. The longing does not pain me. I think about what our space will look like empty, two months from now. I slip my headphones on.

I breathe deeply.
Once more.
And again.

In the spaces you are most accustomed to, sometimes you forget to really see what is around you. I silenced my mind. I let my eyes wander. There I was, standing in the middle of my apartment, looking around as if everything were novel again. There on the wall, photographs encased in glass. New plants, growing by the big window. Colored light spills onto every white surface.

My first impulse was to find my camera. I wanted to capture the intensity of true presence I felt.

Portraits of My Home

I played around with the colors in this one. It was fun.

There are a few more I'd like to edit. Perhaps I will create a second post later. Thanks for stopping by. Upvote if you'd like.