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Sunday, March 31, 2013


In the blue hour today. I am trying to remember if I'm the same person as I was three hundred days ago, but I can't recall exactly who that was or what her dreams were or exactly how salty her tears were. Maybe every day is just the process of regaining myself. Each night while you sleep the day fades off and you wake up not knowing exactly who you are. 

Today it took the clear liquid air blowing on me to feel like I knew. I laid in the grass and looked up at my camera on the tripod against the cool blue sky and felt I doubled into myself--for that brief 1/20 of a second I was a photographer and a subject merged. Looking down and looking up. 




2 comments :

  1. I like this, I like this a lot, well done



    plus it's a little bit spooky

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