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Before the clouds rolled in, Pawley’s Island, South Carolina
~1:20 am, Pawleys Island, South Carolina
untitled series, 2013-2015.
I’ve found myself sorting through my photographs again—
as I always return to the road, images easily accumulate.
A new grouping has revealed its self with this sitting.
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A travelers engagement with the land, both them and myself, curious on-lookers and bystanders.
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Human nature as the observer.
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1. Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming
2. Lake Powell, Arizona
3. West bound, Cozad, Nebraska
4. Everglades, Florida
5. Mesa Verde National Park, Colorado
6. Zion National Park, Utah
7. Dalles, Oregon
Summer Nights II, Durham, NC
facing behind and forwards, murrells inlet, south carolina.
it still has not sunk in to my mind that I’ll be moving back here again—
a place filled of so many clashing memories will now start anew.
Summer Nights I
top of my to-print list.
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evening fishing by the blue light— laurie, missouri.
Suburban Color, iPhone photos
our campsite, mesa verde, colorado.
Mesa Verde, Colorado
Dwellings in the Distance, Along the San Luis Valley, Colorado
Tomorrow I graduate and receive my MFA from @dukeuniversity. I thought I returned all my library books but apparently one slipped between my own books. I am amused that it is Duane Michals ‘The House I Once Called Home.’ An excerpt from the page says: “I believe we leave echoes of ourselves behind, in those rooms where our lives are first defined. Sometimes there is a moment redux, when the flux of time becomes transparent. It is a reverberation of recall within a shrouded familiarity……This photograph is a fossil, a fleeting moment preserved as a specimen of time on film, the way ancient insects are in amber. Time is a string that threads together each indivisible instant like pearls of an infinite seamless neckless. Eternity is the absence of time……” #mfaeda
Footprint, 2015.
I was jolted awake by what I thought was an alarm. I had been laying below the echoing “woo’s” of the breeding great horned owls, while I was nested in my own space. The winds roared into the early hours causing trees to sway and branches to fall. It felt as though giants were dropping objects from the skies. I was quickly reminded that I was not from here. It was evident the city still coursed through my veins no matter how far I ventured into the woods.