rhl-oregon
Cameras Guitars Wonders
Erik, I agree about Larry’s image—which has managed to embody a memory of myself at that age, sleeping on a similar bed in my grandparents’ house (just a few miles from my own home, now, since I have moved from the west coast back to the region that my mother’s people settled, and where many of them are buried...).
In certain dreams and daydreams, we hover over our sleeping bodies—and get used, no doubt, to the idea of leaving them. This is what Larry’s exquisite and tender image does for me.
In certain dreams and daydreams, we hover over our sleeping bodies—and get used, no doubt, to the idea of leaving them. This is what Larry’s exquisite and tender image does for me.