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On this evening I was crunching through snow in my red and black elmer fudd hat hoping that the light from the lamp posts would be enough for what I was trying to do...which was what...not sure. Anyway, I crossed the street to catch the last day of a Eugene Richards show, whose prints I had never seen, but who is the only photographer-thus far- to ever make me cry. And then I went home (pause) to Brooklyn to eat dinner with my good friend Sarah who comes from THE warmest family in Westchestah County, and then some. Sarah's laugh rivals the clarity and pleasantness of the triangle (the instrument, not the 2-d shape), and she has just this month embarked on a whole new life plan.
04 February 2009
wabbit huntin!
On this evening I was crunching through snow in my red and black elmer fudd hat hoping that the light from the lamp posts would be enough for what I was trying to do...which was what...not sure. Anyway, I crossed the street to catch the last day of a Eugene Richards show, whose prints I had never seen, but who is the only photographer-thus far- to ever make me cry. And then I went home (pause) to Brooklyn to eat dinner with my good friend Sarah who comes from THE warmest family in Westchestah County, and then some. Sarah's laugh rivals the clarity and pleasantness of the triangle (the instrument, not the 2-d shape), and she has just this month embarked on a whole new life plan.
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