All we really need are fragments of a moment, inches that bring us closer to what we were always looking for, looking at, pining for, dreaming of.
Thursday, December 13, 2018
Thursday, December 6, 2018
Nymphette in a hotel
In a hotel room somewhere in Middle America. Out of the tight hug that is Los Angeles.
Exploration
I’ve been exploring, slowly, the area I find myself in. This fellow made me want to capture his adventure.
Wet stones, stone pathways
The wetness of stone has always been a weakness of mine. I always want to bend my knees and shift into a deep squat so I can place my hands, flat, against the texture of it. I never do.
Observatory
The observatory. Human sounds and metal against my hand. Moments are only as long as the mind is present.
Dreams without colour
Los Angeles was like a dream, sometimes terrible, sometimes like a fever that came and burned away who I used to be.
Crevasses
Exploring crevasses. I love rough textures on my soft skin, and cracks always contain mystery.
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Recreation. Animals, just like us.
