This photo is actually another from the readings at The Moth, because I didn’t take any pictures at all on Day 17. On Day 17 I met up with a former photo teacher I’d really admired for dinner (professionalllll!); this wound up starting significantly later than planned when I got off at a stop in Manhattan thinking it was Brooklyn, and then tried to walk my way to the correct location.
It was pouring rain and by the time we connected I looked like an orphan, hair plastered to my forehead and backpack heavy with rainwater, limping around in heeled boots. He showed me the darkroom built into his apartment, some prints he was working on, the crazy view from the balcony; I tried not to leave wet buttprints on his furniture.