by X.P.Callahan
(I ventured cautiously into Substack and promptly headed for the nearest exit. It felt a lot like accidentally opening a door to a roomful of award winning writers, all of whom wore perfectly fitting suits, and never bit their nails. But before I left, I managed to slip in a subscription to Callahan, which turned out to be all I needed.)
Me, overlooking Zagreb.
Maddie in Plitvice Lakes National Park, Croatia. 2025. Light-stained Kodak 200.
copy-pasted in from the Notes app capsule:
airport coffees turn to airport teas
and then more sensible airport refillable water bottles
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like many other things in life, there is something romantic about lugging a heavy backpack around
until there isn't.
this might be my 21st country
Father and son on the ferry from Butterworth. Penang, Malaysia - 2025. Fuji superia 400.
(and this one?
this one will always be my first.)