Myranda Knapp's Page

     The camera was one of the only things I had left. A little piece of my old life. I couldn't develop the pictures on the 35mm film--I didn't have the time or the resources, much less the knowledge. I remember sending out the film in little envelopes with my name and address at the local Wal-Mart. It would get sent of to a place that didn't exist anymore, where they would create tangible images that I had captured through the eyehole of my little blue Holga 35.

      Now, I just…