"When you are in a city that you don't know, you hang around and try to find places-- in French, the word is errance [or wandering about] -- you don't necessarily have a place to go and just try to lose yourself. -Thierry Cohen
Everything was old about this day. This path I had taken many times. Nothing was new, except the fog. I felt old, my dog was old, even my film was old. But yet, there was something in the atmosphere. Something felt new, hopeful still. Snapping away, all bets were off on this film actually producing anything. So, when I got my scans back, that same ol' heart picked up its pace. It looked just as I had remembered that wandering day. That day of errance.