Scenes from the 6

I went to Toronto for a week in December and brought my Mamiya RB67, which I had shot exactly two rolls on since buying it in summer 2015. I wanted to get back into photography and make the camera worth it, so I bought 11 rolls of film, a neck strap, and a new camera bag, and then got on a plane. (I brought my digital camera too and used it on only one day.)

I was going to wait to blog the photos until I had all the rolls developed — there are a few black and white, too — but I keep not having the time to develop the B&W ones now that I have the skills to, and I find myself missing Canada as America descends further into dystopia. Canada has a LOT of flaws, don't get me wrong — but I love Toronto and its unique sites and views, so up the photos finally go.

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IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE AND YOU WERE FULL OF JOY

Pride is one of those things that it is hard for me to find words for. This year more than any other, especially. I've been to NYC Pride (and any Pride march, period) three times in my life: 2011, 2015, and 2016. In 2011 I went with two friends for a couple of hours — it was the year that marriage equality became New York State law — and I loved it but I didn't feel it. Last year I stumbled across the parade semi-accidentally while running errands. This year I went with purpose. My friend Sophie texted me a couple weeks ago and asked if I wanted to come with her. My work planned an afterparty with an open bar. The Orlando shooting happened.

49 of my family, killed in a nightclub.

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