i pass all these fields. everyday, all these fields. i'm attracted to the fields. ideas of laying in the fields, the little plow lines, the grasses all white swaying. hiding people.
laying in the dirt, looking down a little row. she's standing there a few feet away, barefoot and dirty. kick up a little dirt, just so it hangs in the air. her legs behind the dust, a little out of focus, the dirt valley before her is focused. it's solitary, the photo. no movement.
wow, i thought i'd have more words to describe the idea.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
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