Arlette

Old house, car chase

◊ Pictures from the old house. I moved out in a hurry. I came back to take pictures because I didn't want to forget the place, but the pictures all ended up documenting how empty the house felt. I knew I was leaving a lot behind — not stuff, but memories. Which is scary, because stuff doesn't fade, but memories do.

The bed was so big that they had to take off the top part of the door frame to get it out.

The porch where I stayed up countless nights drinking with people like Dan and Owen. I would always sit in the same spot in front of the door and a little to the right. Owen usually sat on the porch on one side and Dan would sit in a chair across from me in the gravel driveway.

Pictures taken on the way to the New Year's party I went to:

Dean seized the camera and took a picture of my legs. He could not be stopped. Short skirts have that effect on him, I think.

Picture from the passenger seat: Dean driving the getaway car. I never knew holding up a convenience store could be that much fun!

Dean's paparazzi filter was in full effect that night.

Hope Dean doesn't mind that pictures of him are being posted on the Internet. If so -- too late!