Film log #9
Some thoughts from a trip to New York City then a return to San Francisco
Alexander Parra
It always matters
It's late and fireworks are popping off in the background as I write this. America is celebrating 250 years of independence from one empire, while brutally enforcing its own. It's slightly drizzling and very foggy. Not the most ideal conditions for fireworks. Today, I watched a
Film log #8
Hi. I've been locked in. Started a new job, and been grinding it out to leave a good impression. I think it's been working.
Film log
Film log #7
I got a new camera. I was using a 35mm half frame Kodak before—it doubled my rolls. Now, I'm using an old 35mm full frame Minolta. A lot of time is slow, and calm. Sitting around, tending to people and plants, listening to the sounds of the
Film log
Film log #6
A roll of film I forgot to log.
nurture & water
sometimes there is nothing you can do for a plant but let it grow. you may want to re-pot it, add fertilizer, prune, change its location and sunlight. all that, and it might just want to be in its place and have time to grow. all you need to do
letters
drip, drip, drip. sometimes as bytes. sometimes as sound. and sometimes in ink, that will never dry.
from a distant memory
a collage of lyrics
Twenty-twentyfive
A quarter of this century is now complete. We've been closer to the third decade of the 2000s than the first for a while now. As always, we're standing at the precipice of the future, and the edge of the past. In twenty-twentyfive, I stood at
a kiss from above
my heart cracked! it's rare to meet someone who's ready to fully listen to your dreams. thanks for listening to one of mine. i wanted to write a bit about what "a kiss from above" and its music video means to me— it'
On The Compression of Time
Growing up, I never knew when or where I'd encounter my friends. With Marco from across the street, I'd go up to his door and ask if he was down to play with me. With Fernando, I was older and we agreed upon a specific whistle
Film log
Film log #5
This roll is really a love letter to the West Coast. It's from the end of the summer of 2024, and really captures the beauty and range of my home state. It's also a reminder that there are forces greater than humans in this world, and