You know how memeories are, they aren’t solid, they aren’t liquid, but they run through your fingers like sticky syrup. Memories make sense, and then they don’t at all.

True artists and true physicists know that nonsense is only that which viewed from our present point of view, is unintelligible. Nonsense is nonsense only when we have not yet found that point of view from which it makes sense. …in fact, this is the creative process. It is characterized by a steadfast confidence that there exists a point of view from which the nonsense is not nonsense at all–in fact, from which it is obvious. –Gary Zukav, The Dancing Wu Li Masters

All images were taken while driving to my childhood town of Gerlach, Nevada. Using my plastic Diana lens i was able to capture a bit of the bury, sticky, ethereal feeling that only childhood memories can provide . They are blurry and dream like. They are more color and shape then anything else. They might be some of my all time favorite photographs because of these factors. Not making sense at one moment, but able to reach in and draw out still frames of my past.

Keep chasing that light, Vanessa