The photo I did not take today and will someday...the back, bed side of a 60's Ford pick-up...sticking out 3 or 4 feet past the tin shed that hides it...it's orange with a white stripe.
Photos in the ephemeria of our imagination are like radio-photography, we listen to what our minds create of the idea, the actual photograph becoming unnecessary as we create a space in our imagination for this wondrous thing called an image... writing it down is as eloquent as anything created with a camera.
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Photos in the ephemeria of our imagination are like radio-photography, we listen to what our minds create of the idea, the actual photograph becoming unnecessary as we create a space in our imagination for this wondrous thing called an image... writing it down is as eloquent as anything created with a camera.
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