For Christmas i was gifted an old album my great grandfather made. The photos/postcards within were from a trip he took with my uncle to Germany back in the 1960's. I was so moved by his words, the writing itself, his pictures -- his wit so like my own. I thought back to my box of loose polaroids i'd hidden away a-top the bookshelf, sitting up there gathering skin dust. 
 Before the day was out i'd started my own album to mimic his; threaded kraft paper, black photo corners and typewritten sentiments brought to inspire. Shots from our filming sets here in TX. I've always lived very much amongst the fires of the past. Old movies, film photography, tintypes and stories of vaudeville comics making it big as slapstickers and hat wearers.