October 31, 2009



Sometimes moments occur with the kind of ferocity of a speeding cyclone. they pummel through our meager existence consuming every blade of grass, barking dog, and falling leaf with a terrifying vigor.

I am caught up in a whirl wind myself these days, some kind of hurling twister is spinning my head around with determined defiance. But i am not scared. I willfully present myself to this formidable funnel.
{Yashica a. Kodak 400tx 120 film}

1 comment:

  1. Something waits deep between our fingers. In the spaces uncovered by virgin skin; a significance. Mystifying and violent, I am seven years old, slow dancing with a stranger.