I miss this place. This was the garage and I would keep all my goodies in here. Before everyone moved I took photo's of the things that I would like to remember about this house. This was one of the photo's that I thought would always keep the good times in my head. Classic
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"From a Distance"
these are the small things that connect you and i when we don't speak. we won't speak.
photographs are for memorizing, to make sure our faulty minds don't grow sour or rusty..the ironclad passion turns red and flakes away. slowly but surely.
how do you photograph those eyes? how do you photograph everything left in the barn..behind those dead leaves and chipping wood? how do you photograph every moment of that life that molted away?
how do you photograph the rain? the warmth? the orange construction fence? plastic, flimsy..cheaply netted?
how do you photograph him walking nearer the traffic..her safely planted between buildings and him? how do you photograph that feeling?
hiding..how do you photograph yourself when you were perfectly hidden..how can you hardly remember when you are now perfectly exposed?
what up homey...peeped ya blog..shit is way to cool!...wow..u have a very good eye for photography..word...keep doing ya thing
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