Someone Like You

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Going back in time

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I felt as temporary as the smoke that disappeared from my lips into the air

my heart made of ash the slightest shake could make it crumble away

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Because I keep asking myself

If I’m in love with every human then why do I only think of you. Late at night, before I sleep, you’re on my mind and in my dreams.

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Sally Mann

Virginia #37, 2004.

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Sally Mann, Sunflower Seeds, 1991.

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Sally Mann From “Body Farm” series

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The Color of Humanity in Sally Mann’s South

“We’re in Virginia, where the photographer Sally Mann was born, in 1951, and where she still lives, making work so rooted in place that it is inseparable from history, from lore, and from the effects of slavery. Like Janus, she looks forward as she looks back, at all those bodies that made her and her place in Virginia, and into the landscape, filled with rutted earth, big or low clouds, storybook fantastic vegetation, and the Southern light that reminds so many of photography itself—dark, as Joan Didion wrote, and glowing “with a morbid luminescence.” That entire vision is a part of Mann’s photographs, as she asks in these images of family members, roads, rivers, churches, and the effects of blackness on whiteness and whiteness on itself: Abide with me. And it all does—voices, sounds, the invisible things that Mann’s haunted and haunting photographs allow us to see.” 

—Hilton Als

Read more here. 

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Sally Mann, Self-portrait,

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Sally Mann, Blackwater 17, 2008-2012

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Candy Cigarette   by Sally Man   1989.

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Sally Mann, Deep South, 1998

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it’s that time of year

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