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Visual Poetry

Sometimes a place just speaks to me. These often are personal and not universal. But what is common, I think, is that a place can have an indescribable quality about it that's easily missed. I had passed this old mill many times and finally gave in and stopped. Again, the imposition of the scale of this object/building is a theme in my subconscious-- finding in much of what I have taken, a response to scale. And once again, historical evidence of a place or thing much used is another theme. I think what's at work is my own scale in relation to the world, and in its history. We are infinitesimal obviously, in this universe, but perhaps even more minute temporally. It never ceases to stun me when I consider a human lifetime next to geologic time. Snap!


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