An old roll of film. 110 instamatic. processed, printed, stored in plastic years ago. Opened, I find a dead dog sandwiched on the roll of film between pictures of summer and snow. The greed grass images have turned orange over the years. The snowy footprints, orange too. Otto’s last prints.

There is no way to make a pen sharper without breaking it. Pencils are better for field art than pens.