Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Beside the Housatonic River, Autumn, 2010
PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL: They told me that time moves along a line, like a train on a railroad track vanishing into a dark, windy tunnel, but when I looked I saw it falling in layers, settling like old leaves and hickory nuts, the stones of Rome lying all about us.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)