So I’ve had my Kp for a few months now – which to my brain is basically enough time for stars to form and die, civilizations to rise and fall, and monkeys to happily evolve into semi sentient sea-slugs. Anything over a month is lots to me. I still like the Pentax KP lots is the upshot.
Every so often something clicks and I'm left in a state where everything is slightly too bright, too fast, when everything happens in the corner of my eye and I cannot catch up... When I cannot see to follow the rhythms of the world.
We had always been told stories of the time of the bears. Gran mama told us that as a girl she had known men who bore terrible scars from hunting them... But then gran mama also spoke to fairies and peed the bed, so we didn't listen much to her anyways. Then the ice … Continue reading The year the bears returned