Yesterday I went downtown to grab lunch with a friend. We planned on meeting at a restaurant on 2nd Ave. and had completely forgotten that there was still a shit pile of devastation from the Christmas bombing. This is the first time I've seen it up close and personal, which is extra weird because I used to walk down this street every day on my lunch break before work from home was a thing.
Living in Nashville is hard, especially over the past year. A catastrophic tornado, a derecho, Covid-19, a bombing, a wild ice storm, a massive flood... the hits just keep coming. And so do the bachelorette parties. It's super strange to go downtown in your home to grab lunch with a friend, and while standing in the middle of chaos that has caused so many of the local businesses we love here to fail, a parade of ding dongs goes by on a pedal tavern at noon on a Wednesday.
Taken on a roll of Portra 400 with my Pentax 645N and developed in my kitchen.