Down the road are the grain elevators. You can smell them before you can see them. Today their smell of pasta covered up the smell of wet pavement. Between the sounds of the crashing freight train cars, and the neighborhood smells, I knew I was home.
This afternoon I dropped my car off to get an oil change close to my parent’s house and my studio. It felt quite warm outside after the frigid weather we have had lately, so I walked back after leaving my car. I love walking down Main Street and smelling the grain elevators.
I developed two rolls of film today, as well as finishing plenty of other little jobs on my to-do list. Hopefully I’ll find a bit of time later this week to scan and upload them :)
