i don't have it written down anywhere that i can find right now, but i believe i took these pictures with my mom's kodak 110-film camera (you know, the flat things with crappy film that were all the rage in the 80s) in '88 ---- judging by the fact that i have the old red guitar on which i started teaching myself at the end of 7th grade and which broke that summer, which was '88.
the snow pictures are from the previous winter when i went walking in the woods around my house. these are particularly poignant because not two years later, a neuvo riche guy from out of town bought that land and cleared it off. to this day nothing has been built on it, but he devastated lots of woodland for no reason. still gets me angry...
