an image diary

"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Thursday, December 28, 2006

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Del Rio has an internet cafe after all. Jasmine green tea and my mom hanging out while I research yet another residency. This one here, at Amistad National Park. I could live in a trailer and photograph flowers.

See the flowers? Does she look like me?


"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"

[contact me:]

what o'clock it is


live flowers