i think
people are beginning
to understand my photographs.

just dropped off three rolls, caroline and I found an abandoned house today- it was burned out, full of rubbish. she found a poem, I, a photograph in a frame, and we took both with us.

some fairly remarkable photos were taken, I believe, I hope.

I am such a believer.
I believe in anything.
in everything.

the back door crumbled to ash in my fingers.