I am many things.

If you found this from my artsier Instagram page, you’ll already know that I often prefer to have words to go along with my images.

Call it vanity, call it ADHD, I just sometimes need people to know what I think. This is the space for me to discuss that.

This is also the space for me to write voluminously at/about/around pictures I take. It’s a safe bet, at this point, that I “yearn to be a street photographer”.

(Hence the title.)

As such, this blog will be random writings couched in the language of “here’s words needed to make more sense of the world around me”.

This intro, like me (and us all), is a work in progress.

Aaron Leach 6/26/26 Aaron Leach 6/26/26

Cinestill 400d, golden hour, and you

My Canon 5D Mark IV and 24-70 2.8* were on their way, so my ‘family’, such as it was, was going to get bigger. And, as one does, I wanted to take my A-1 out for a spin before it was about to be outshone (such as it was) by someone else. So on a balmy Friday night, I took a few rolls out with my camera and went into the city.

Aaron Leach 6/19/26 Aaron Leach 6/19/26

Ektar, April, and me

So when I knew I was going to return home a year sooner than expected, it somewhat changed how I perceived my final two months in Korea. It changed from ‘get a good start’ to ‘leave a good impression’, and still making sure to find time for the soul-nourishing activities that I needed the most. But I also needed to work hard on the yearbook I was in charge of for the school year- I was, after all, the yearbook class teacher.

Aaron Leach 6/12/26 Aaron Leach 6/12/26

This is how we win

Porchfest is exactly as you’re imagining. A bunch of houses in a neighborhood block in Tacoma hosting outdoor music shows. People bringing their families and kids to listen to music, engage in community, to be around each other. And beyond that, it provided an opportunity and a space for everyone in the area to remember that this is how we win.

Aaron Leach 6/5/26 Aaron Leach 6/5/26

The Mariners will wait, but not forever

So I picked up a couple rolls of expired black and white film, knowing I was going to come to a Mariners game with my buddy Shane. Black and white film (plus being expired) feels fitting for a baseball game, especially my first game of the year. And with the confluence of emotions I’d been feeling recently, combined with the outpouring of emotions I feel when I’m at a game (especially my first game of the year), everything made sense flowing together.