Just developed some rolls that were somewhat mysterious, hiding, collecting dust. This is from Guerneville, California last summer at a super bizarre private camp ground where our hosts main hobby was fire dancing, inviting locals to our fire, and convincing drunken frat kids to fire jump rope. Say what you will about Oakland, and I'll say small towns are different. It's on old slide film, that I cross processed at Walgreens cause it's cheaper- lame.
Posted by Tri-City Terror at 12:21 AM