I found these pictures in my parent’s attic. There was no indication of why they were relevant. I do not know the identity of “the raccoon trainer,” or why these photos were taken. I remember being told that one of our family members was a woodsman and that he died because a tree fell on his big toe. Continue reading →
If you store certain types of antique photos incorrectly, sometimes the image will transfer on to the surface of whatever it’s been pressed against, leaving behind an eerie faded version of itself. I call these “ghost photos.” I’m lucky enough to have a few examples of this interesting phenomenon, and this one is my favorite.
I found this when I was moving out of my old apartment. I discovered a grungy couch on the opposite side of the building, like somebody had moved out but didn’t have enough room for all of their stuff. I imagined two adolescents passing “grown up” notes while sitting on that grungy couch, wondering what being in love feels like.