snow daysPlacid hints of crystal flakes swish slowly around my pink face. The veiled stream becomes domineering and soon all that can be seensnow days
in the fat mist of frost are sleek oak stalks, rabbit ear antennas, poking out of the horizon of stillness. A dirty white SUV wades through drifts, a determined toddler marching into
an infinite puddle of smoke. As we drive around a town overtaken by this white masked intruder it feels like time has paused, leaving us static behind the glass.
Ordinary DayIt’s just an ordinary day- I’m sitting in my car, my own personal haven on 4 wheels and 3 bolts neatly spaced between dozens of other cars inching along the street. I’m late, everyone’s late, we’re all just inching along- My elbow’s resting on the side of the door and my palm moves to adjust the visor that keeps the glare out of my eyes, knowing that I’ll be sitting here tomorrow and the next day in my den where nature is just an annoyance seeping into my personal space. I’m listening to Pink Floyd on the radio thinking of all the great rock bands who are now dead and rotting, and alOrdinary Day
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"Here you can be anything, and I think that scares you."
I am Carly. I take pictures. Really, I do. Go look.
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"Here you can be anything, and I think that scares you."
I am Carly. I take pictures. Really, I do. Go look.
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"If you are flammable and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit."
I am Carly. I take pictures. Really, I do. Go look.
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