I have photo images of memories in my head going back to when I was six. There frozen in time and always inconsequential events. A house off a highway in Texas. A waitress in New Mexico. A leather saddle in the rain. This reminds me of those memories. Fleeting but frozen. With me forever I guess. Odd how they come to me when they do. Always out of nowhere.
curious one. I'm not so keen on the fog blurriness, but then again, that's what makes it different from "another" taxi on a street shot.
ReplyDeleteI have photo images of memories in my head going back to when I was six. There frozen in time and always inconsequential events. A house off a highway in Texas. A waitress in New Mexico. A leather saddle in the rain. This reminds me of those memories. Fleeting but frozen. With me forever I guess. Odd how they come to me when they do. Always out of nowhere.
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