Bare foot in the dry dirt and free. Friends who were headed southbound took me down Friday night to catch the Swedish Film Festival. Then to your remote home tucked deep in the redwoods.
This is the poem I made on your refrigerator when Ramblin' Jack was telling us bits of stories over breakfast. I was heartbroken and didn't want the day to end.
The Swedish Viking Ship I imagine us all drifting away in someday.
4 comments:
you have awesome pics.
Lovely, lovely stuff. What a peaceful couple days you have conveyed here. Thank you for sharing.
Nice photos; this amateur is most impressed!
If you like old photos you might have a look at this book: Hidden Witness: African-American Images from the Dawn of Photography to the Civil War.
hey thanks for the tip - I'll check it out. you should check out Birney Imes - he is one of my favorites:
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