the moon endlessly orbits the beach pulling sand out to sea until one morning you wake up and the Atlantic is at your doorstep, asking for a cup of sugar and to sit for a while, chat about the weather.
They thought you were gone, lost forever, surely a mortal severance. Not clinging to what seemed solid, not accepting the whirlwind as the truth, trying to hard to see over the partitions set in place to create the illusion of destiny and purpose.
Yet, here you are on the rocky beach, so very solid, seemingly endless, hauntingly familiar, alive…
(excerpt from mongrel log ’96)
Love your site, girl! The images and sentiment behind them are inspiring.
Dave Perez
09/20/2008They thought you were gone, lost forever, surely a mortal severance. Not clinging to what seemed solid, not accepting the whirlwind as the truth, trying to hard to see over the partitions set in place to create the illusion of destiny and purpose.
Yet, here you are on the rocky beach, so very solid, seemingly endless, hauntingly familiar, alive…
(excerpt from mongrel log ’96)
Love your site, girl! The images and sentiment behind them are inspiring.
Kari
09/21/2008thanks MD! plenty of manual labor needs here in senegal… come whenever
joie
09/21/2008wow, kari, that’s a cool picture.
Kari
09/21/2008merci mon petit chou
John
09/21/2008I remember standing at that door, imagining what a hopeless thought escape from there was. dad
Elizabeth Wright
09/22/2008I Love this photo! You are so talented girl. Miss you & hope you are well. Stay in touch. :-)
John
09/23/2008talent!!!
Mom
09/23/2008Talent comment was from ME! not dad
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