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Looking forward to the last cereal - the end of the beginning. I try to find Rob and you find Nosferatu. I've thought about that guy every Christmas since 2002. He and I both fell for the neighbors and got our little angst-riddled hearts tortured. In that fit of silence and free firewood I shot the very first of my "Things Burn, Ink" cathartic photographs - brought on by the near demise of my sense of humor in a love drenched catastrophe. Fortunately, I'm a tough little cookie and supplemented work, wine, friends and fire for intimate company and all the other fringe benefits. Oh yeah...and great music. It worked! |
