From new moon to new moon I take a daily walk. Something finds me along the way. I photograph it; it comes home with me. This is an exploration of daily practice, of ritual, of context, and of the act of noticing, paying attention. Join me.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Day Twenty-Six
Somehow a strange long day. I went out after dark, walked and walked and I couldn't find anything until I happened upon this. All the posters had been stripped from this telephone pole. All that was left was a small corner of a page. Call.
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