After Laura's wedding in Napa, I drove back into the city with some of her friends from highschool. Before we got to the highway we took the backroads to see a little more of the valley. It was in early August, so the blackberries were at their peak, but none of the girls had picked them roadside before.
"Are you sure we should eat these?" The berries were covered a faint coat of dust and car exhaust. But there were 18 years worth of small town summers inside of me that made me certain - really certain, like an instinct - that we should.
(photos) on film with pentax k1000 | Napa Valley, CA