I don’t see too many friends out here, apart from Abby and the dogs and Will. I see my neighbors, but only from a distance, and I think you’ve got to see someone from closer than that to start calling them your friend.
It’s really wounded my photography. Before, I mostly took pictures of people, now I have regular exposure to two of them.
So I take pictures of the dogs and the forest and the same two people, really just one person.
It’s really wounded my photography. Before, I mostly took pictures of people, now I have regular exposure to two of them.
So I take pictures of the dogs and the forest and the same two people, really just one person.
I think that’s alright, good even. It’s a new sort of fascinating to document so deeply the life and look and love of one person, especially someone who, I believe myself to be uniquely qualified to appreciate. I’m talking about Abby, not Will, the person yonder. ︎ And that Will isn’t the Will from the first paragraph either.
