Monday, June 11, 2007

Blue Run, Black Snake

Talked to Emma last night, she'd been walking in the wilderness for a few days, lost her way, back-tracked via her footprints in the snow pack, crossed the US/Canada border, returning to the beginning. I've been missing posts, engaged with projects that demand attention. Like Emma, I end back at the beginning.
In the darkroom, blackdog, darkly.

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