Which makes sense, of course, because that’s where it came from. It was the last remnant of our family vacation to Beaufort, South Carolina a few weeks ago. The rental car was given back, sand shaken out of the clothes, stories shared and pictures uploaded to the home computer. All done.

Except, that is, for the Holga pictures. I forgot about those. I only shot one roll in Beaufort, and I shot it all on Hunting Island, a beautiful place I hope not too many people ever find out about. (I also hope it doesn’t erode away and vanish into the sea, but that seems like the likely outcome by the time Veda would ever bring her kids there.)

So today these pictures, this roll of film, which I carefully concealed from airport security in two directions, hoping to avoid their high-powered x-rays, then dropped off at the local photo shop, then picked up in its little plastic sleeve, then waited to scan until I had a free moment that coincided with Penny’s computer being free, then scanned, straightened, transferred to the laptop and uploaded to Flickr, are now ready for you to see.

It was a long journey for a dozen blurry photos. But here’s hoping you enjoy them, and that flipping through these hazy, low-contrast, inaccurately tinted images is as strange and enjoyable as finding marine life stowed away in your pants pocket.