My thrifted point and shoot camera died three years ago while I was taking a photo of Miriam at Ace of Cups. In April, filled with the boredom of self-isolation, I pulled it out of the storage bench and pressed the shutter release to find it had been resurrected at some point during its retirement.
These photos are from April, right around my 28th birthday. Anthony and I were particularly happy during these few weeks. It was lovely seeing only him everyday, without any pressure or expectation to see anyone else. We work together.