The sound of waves in a pool of water
I’m drowning in my nostalgia
(SYLVIAN, David. "Nostalgia". Brilliant Trees. Virgin, 1984)
I grabbed my camera and headed out on the road. No one expressed interest in going with me, so I took off alone. No destination had been planned, I just pointed my car at the road and drove. I’ve spent enough time around the parks in my area, and, really, nothing in Beaverton grabbed my attention.
