Roaming the area I started to live in which also harbours childhood summer memories.
What is strange and what is normal, what is what is real and what is memory or imagined? Sometimes this whole dance between now and then, this vulnerability where sense of the absurd or ridiculous in what we share in this life even if we always try to make sense of everything.
I used an analogue 35mm camera with old expired manipulated film.
Memories does something similar - it coats images with colours tastes and feelings that sometimes deviate.