Film photography, and I use that term loosely, is my way of holding onto the stories words can’t quite tell. I’m just a lil squirrel hoarding nuts, but instead of acorns, I’m tucking away sweet, fleeting moments. Most are awkwardly chaotic but sometimes there’s an accidental masterpiece in the mix. I use my grandmother’s old film camera, a Canon something-or-other, which feels like I’m still holding a piece of her as I learn to navigate a life without her. This is my quiet, sometimes SUPER BRIGHT (iykyk) way of holding on to the people I love, to the moments that slip by too fast, and to the magic of life. Every frame, especially the messy ones, feel like a gift— raw, unscripted storytelling that’s deeply personal, perfectly imperfect, and bright with wonder.