Been thinking a great deal. A new deal. A deal between my arms and you.
Sometime my soul is a one-horse town. Minot, ND is the horse and I am the town and the community grows and you help that community grow. I can always count on you. This is a deal, a beautiful deal.
But if I catch you ogling my wife again I will make certain your blood changes the color of my soil and my crop will feed your starving family.
Don’t break the deal
Your daughter will wear perfume and pearls
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The Walters. They rescue runaway dogs, hang with baseball players from Kenosha, and kiss their mothers. NM
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My Grandmother lived in the mountains of Caposele, Italy before she migrated to England at 25 in 1954. We lost her in 2003 when I was 9 years old to dementia, which meant that we had lost a lot of her during her illness. She was a warm and loving presence in my childhood and I have fragments of memories, video and photographs to remind myself of who she was. It was journeying back to Caposele, though, where I had truly found my Grandmother again. I was able to walk through the town she grew up in, look out at the same view from where her house stood, walk among the same pines and along the same river, and felt the love from the family that remained in the mountains. HM
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If my boots had ears, they’d hear this pen scribble.
The sun sat below the mountain skyline as I walked out of the trailer. Two dogs barking back and forth in the distance, chatter in the greenhouse down the dirt road. I heard everything. Memories rush in and grab my heart. I looked behind me and walked toward the dogs and chatter for a bite to eat.
Thats the feel of photography.
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