I recently got a hold of a transparency scanner (for negatives and slides) and started into the giant box of negatives in my parents’ basement from back when I used to shoot film.

The first time I left the country by myself was when I was 16, when I flew to Finland. My memory has always been bad, but that trip in particular is a blur of anxiety and beauty in equal measure. I don’t remember shooting these. I think one of them is Estonia and the rest are Finland, some of Helsinki, some of a biodynamic farm outside the city, some of a rocky island we took a boat out to, sometime around midsummer.