Three years is a long time to commit to anything. Little did I know, when I purchased an iPhone 3G three weeks after moving to Minneapolis that three years, two months, and fifteen days-ish would pass before it gets sent to the file cabinet up in the sky next to my desk. In that time span, my phone has come with me on the strange, random, wanderlust journeys I have been on in the last few years. My tendency to wander alone made my phone the one thing that was with me at every stop. It was with me the day Rage Against the Machine stormed the Minnesota State Capitol lawn. It came with me on my Fall-Colors, Kerouac-ian East Coast road trip. It was attached to my hip as I traversed 26.2 miles through the streets of Atlanta. If you know me, I hope you enjoy the absolute randomness of the things that caused me to stop and document. To commemorate such fine service (and such painful “No Service”), I wanted to show off what the eye (camera) of my phone caught throughout our three trips around the sun together. Good night sweet prince.
