I’ve acquired so much stuff over the years that it makes my head spin. I’ve collected things I wouldn’t dream of parting with - my albums and my books. I hang on to things I should have parted with long ago - paper receipts, school reports, tattered pieces of clothing. Even old shoes that come apart at the soles. Some of the possessions I’ve found here I can’t even recall how they came to be here. No doubt I’ve hung onto to things in a effort to maintain a connection to a distant memory. But with trying to always live in the moment I don’t see the advantage.

I have found a use for things. At the same time I get to make use of things and practice getting use to the camera.