The sun also rises.
#2 Winter sun series, Madelaine
Winter sun series, Madelaine.
'Lithe son of Pan…' illuminations on a late Sunday afternoon. It was two summers ago that I still photographed all things between everything else and saw it as something important - in the potent nature of abundant sun, it needed to be transcribed - the way it all gleamed bronze as the caduceus of Hermes himself.
Rosie, late night King st.
Morning, Kangaroo Valley.
Flying from Frisco to Minneapolis.
My fathers biological father was from Minnesota, a town called Welcome, no-one in my family has visited there. We are told he was a G.I stationed in Nagasaki during the American occupation of Japan. We are privy to a name and a town. That’s all. Welcome, Minnesota.
'Mersault thought about his life and exercised his bewildered consciousness and his longing for happiness in a train compartment which had become one of those cells where a man learns to know what he is by what is more then himself'
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