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Yup. Title pretty much says it all. By the way, all film, Nikon F3 (HP edition) with an e series 35, no post-dev processing. Yes, that is actually how the colors came out. Neat, yeah?

I love big machines. Especially the ones with plane-like cockpits, and also especially ones on the roadside that nobody really cares much if you climb into. Yes, those are best.
three foot mud puddle with how many hundreds of pounds of stuff in the back? Transfer case in 4wd and yes please.
goin down the highway
My dear mother, and a cute little old white church
thumbs up for sun-up
I'm becoming less and less a fan of XP2, however I do love how it captures flowers
jason and pops
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Great, long and beautiful drive, even better: shared with mom.

Just in case it may not show through well in the one photo with the thumbs up, the thumbs up is actually for 4wd, not the icy road. Um.. on second thought it is for the icy road too. So it should’ve been a double thumbs up. my bad.

Also, review of the 1990 Jeep Cherokee Sport: really, really really cool and fun. Mileage, not terrible but not too hot either.

 

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This one time mom and I drove up to Alaska, and the guy in town who develops c-41 had old chemicals, the shots turned out bluer than the blues, and I even had to pull the big lever to put the jeep in 4wd a few times (so, soooooo satisfying)

 

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Two of the families that have children in the sponsorship program, the Lorenzo León family and the Rodríguez Méndez family. One of the families doesn’t have a father, and one of them has basically nothing and not really enough money for food. The other family has a little bit more than nothing, and still not really enough for food.

Also, I’d forgotten how white I am. Dang.

The Lorenzo León family (and gringo)
the Rodríguez Méndez family (minus the little dude, Sergio)

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Here’s the wrap up May Festival (La Féria de Barillas) pictures. So many great photo opportunities, and way more importantly I’m starting to learn how to not bring along my camera sometimes. In the Féria the town showed all it’s colors, the ones I like and the ones I don’t like. So many parts of Mayan heritage and equally so much trying-to-be-western, so many fat men who’ve never ridden a horse wearing cowboy clothes and so many malnourished children in expensive parades. So many smiles, too.

I’m somewhere between right and judgmental gringo and wrong.

 

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Here come seven photos.

Well, actually technically I posted this post after I posted the photos, but if I’d posted this before, then it would show up after…really. I thought this out carefully.

Each has a story, each tells a story. Each is a story.

I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.