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concerning the Life, Studies, Opinions, and Friends, of ERK
'bout Me
Considering
- Biller's Love Witch
- Herzog's Lo and Behold, Reveries of the Connected World
- Schrader's First Reformed
- Howard's Solo
- Sciamma 's Bande de Filles
- Bergman's The Seventh Seal
- Reed & Rosenberg-Lee's Passing
Winks
Our Chives
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- Forgiveness
- Self-Portrait (7.13.11)
- Real Presents, From Bradford
- From the Market
- Self-Portrait (7.10.11)
- From the Market
- Stratigraph
- With Congratulations to Mary & Matt
- Ghost Sightings
- For Pretty Metals:Notes toward a Remake of Mon Oncle
- Stratigraph
- From the Market
- I-90
- From the Market
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- From the Market
- Elevation/Pedestal/View
- From the Market
- "my discipline fell from me like a garment" -H. G....
- Sine Qua Non
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- Brought to Tears
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- From the Market
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4 comments:
This photo, the reason the word "crepuscular" can still be unironically used, brings me to tears. I didn't know a digital camera--but perhaps it was shot on film?--could capture such jet tones.
It's digital. It's partly Appalachian mystery, partly my doggedness.
I hope that's my guest room.
Yes! It just needs a little tidying. There's talk of tearing it down, but I remain optimistic. There's a lot of talk.
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