I have started scanning my old negatives. I am forced to look at a lot of bad photos. Once in a while I managed to catch something that hinted at the sense of poetry I saw in the world and wanted to share. This was from one of my first rolls of film that I shot with my beat-up, but cherished, second-hand Yashica. It was on one of my first trips to Iona beach to take pictures.
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