That’s me on the far left, looking slightly away from the camera - the first time I opened this photo I didn’t see myself, or maybe I just didn’t recognize myself. Lyon, a friend from the road I’ve mentioned a few times on FToM, emailed this and three other 35mm photos a few months ago and they’ve been anxiously waiting in my dropbox/photos to be shared. This was so long ago - not in terms of just years - but it feels like another life, or someone else’s life. I miss the road.
