erosion

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.


9 Comments

  • Dave Perez

    09/20/2008

    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.

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    • Kari

      09/21/2008

      thanks MD! plenty of manual labor needs here in senegal… come whenever

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  • joie

    09/21/2008

    wow, kari, that’s a cool picture.

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    • Kari

      09/21/2008

      merci mon petit chou

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  • John

    09/21/2008

    I remember standing at that door, imagining what a hopeless thought escape from there was. dad

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  • Elizabeth Wright

    09/22/2008

    I Love this photo! You are so talented girl. Miss you & hope you are well. Stay in touch. :-)

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  • John

    09/23/2008

    talent!!!

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  • Mom

    09/23/2008

    Talent comment was from ME! not dad

    Reply
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