26th November- 11th December, 2015
A Funeral in the Mountains
Words uttered in an instant. Spoken like a eulogy. Carried like a totem. Softened paper edges. Hands on touch. The funeral, the mountains, the park ranger vehicle – fragments of something lost, a transitional state, muscle memory. What is important. What is remembered. What is repeated. The mountains and the memory.
A funeral in the mountains
Another third world crisis
I really should update my blog