In the Company of Photographers, Part ll

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the… Read More

In the Company of Photographers

“Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow.” – Imogen Cunningham

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