Archive for August 28th, 2011
One of the originals…
There is nothing like sleeping in the guest bedroom at your grandmother’s house. Both peaceful, far removed from your own life, and eerie. This photograph is circa 1991.
Then suddenly…giant dragonflies everywhere.
I came home during the last hour of sun gracing the nearby field. The dragonflies refused to land, even once, perhaps thinking the sun was dying and this was their last dance. I did not see them again the next day.



