I started this series when I first went back to colorado to help take care of my ailing father. I had a little studio by a lake where a fox would come out and watch me while I smoked. It was a very still time for my heart, I would go out at night after my parents went to bed and smoke, they lived in the middle of the forest so the sound of the wind through the trees or the sound of snow falling, sometimes cracking branches under its weight, these sounds are my most vivid memories of those months. I think that I am still listening to the almost silence, waiting for an answer or I don't know what.
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Hey Troy, these are wonderful. Everyone who is sitting next to me agrees. That is 100% positive feedback from the people viewing this from my computer.
Just because there are just two of us doesn't diminish this fact.
"They remind me of Dickens' Ms. Havisham, only with more light."
-co-sitter
We haven't spoken in years, but this is Jake from Coffee Time in 2003ish. I just happened to think of you out of the blue.
Hope you're well.
very beautiful..
how delicate the images to the text.
it can be heard.
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