At work today, a coworker told me that everyone in my life was beautiful. That the moments are out of a movie script, cinematic. I don't think my photos really reflect that, but the past three months have felt "cinematic" in retrospect.

I met a girl, who at the end of the season moved to California. I rode through mist in a canoe, stars reflecting off the water, bats flying around us. I drove through the city with friendly strangers in a black muscle car. Danced until morning.

These are things that I won't need pictures to remember.