Growing up, my dad used to take my brother Kris and I bowling. Pretty much all the time. I remember so distinctly that the moment you walked into the bowling alley, you were hit with a very familiar smell.
The smell that is the bowling alley.
Now, I'm about to sound really old right about now, but when I was young, you could actually smoke in bowling alleys. But today, all you really smell is, well, I'm not entirely sure what parts of a bowling alley make it smell the way it smells. But there's a part of me that really loves that smell.
"Are we going to play bowling?" That's what my little one asked.
"Yes, love. We're going to play bowling."
That is, until you and your contemporaries grow tired of it and instead opt to watch some big kids play video games.
Every month in 2018, I am participating in a photography project with a group of extremely thoughtful and talented photographers. Each photographer makes a series of 10 photos in a single day, and each photographer shares their series on the 10th day of every month. The goal? To tell a story.