And through the open door floats a nascent melody: da da da, da da da, da da dee.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
Monday, July 28, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Moments 7.20.08
Maybe Emerson stood under the maple tree within sight of the crude bridge and heard the echo of the shot at Concord.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
Monday, July 14, 2008
Moments 7.13.08
They bought the car to ramble on the road along a twisted route without map or destination, going until the end found them. Instead time happened and all at once the dream lies inert, cast off in the weeds.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
Friday, July 11, 2008
Moments 7.6.08
A flag defines a nation. Absent one, it is aimless and mute.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
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