When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty. – Travels in Alaska by John Muir, 1915
i’ve been a bit stymied lately. somehow i feel wedged between two folds of time: longing for some sepia-esque vintage-shrouded existence not unlike the one conjured up by woody allen in ‘midnight in paris’…or perhaps a decade, two later, and the time-tricking interconnected today world that zips and flips and is just somehow so smart. …
i’m messing around in somebody else’s memories. a few weeks ago, while wasting time on e-bay, i was compelled to bid on, and then subsequently, pay for, two hundred slides, circa 1965. from england. what can i say? i actually thought it would be super cool to see europe from that era through the lens …
m wood pen 
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