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“Love makes men foolish. I speak as a victim myself. We are taken out of our own care and then it remains to be seen only if fate will show to us some share of mercy. Or little. Or none.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Cities of the Plain
“Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It’s like the tide going out, revealing whatever’s been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you’ve made.”
—Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
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In Search of Naiads
Wilderness Park, Stayton, OR, March 2013Shot with a Diana F+
Kodak Ektachrome EPD 200, exp. 12/98, cross-processed
