When I picked up my most recent roll of film, the envelope was returned to me with the words “X-ray Damage!” written in Sharpie on the outside. I held my breath as I opened the envelope, already slightly heartbroken that the photos were ruined and kicking myself for having them in my bag at the airport.
To my surprise, all of the photos are laced with a hazy purple streak across the top. In several of the photos (like the one above), it created a magical quality I could never have predicted. “That is a charmed roll!” a friend exclaimed.
These are the happy accidents. The things that don’t turn out how we expect, but have a magical element to them, a shimmer of beauty we could never have planned for.
A dear friend of mine has been preparing to leave San Francisco for a 3-month dream job in NYC. She subleased her apartment here, put a deposit down on an apartment in Brooklyn, cleaned the shite out of her house, bought new curtains, and most importantly, didn’t seek out any work in anticipation of this job. The night before she was to leave, the job fell through.
She left this morning anyway, with the hope that things are divinely as they should be… and yet, going to a big city with no job and no particular reason anymore is a daunting prospect. Nevertheless, the wheels are in motion and she is brave, continuing to move forward and look for the beauty and the adventure in it.
I hope she finds the gorgeous purple haze…