Falling. Falling. Twirl. Twirl. Down.
I've been working with the Fuji film trying to figure out something I can do when the Polaroid 669 is gone.
I'm down the rabbit hole, I think. Lost.
No words. But I'm trying. Trying. I'll be back.
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Alice: Well, after this I should think nothing of falling down stairs.”
ReplyDeleteI've always wanted to do a series based on Alice in Wonderland...
no pictures for saturday and sunday? why not?
ReplyDeleteR, I've been falling up the stairs lately. Here is your Indian Alice, a twist on Carrol's imperial tale. The Empire Strikes Back.
ReplyDeleteA, Hmm. One day, there will be no pictures at all. It is hard to do this every day and I am beginning to wear thin. . . thinner. . . until I feel transparent like a ghost. All alone, sometimes, hovering over graveyards.