And on my way out, I passed this tiny simple little cross all by itself on a hillside. I was struck by it's age and loneliness.
posted by Grover at 2/13/2006 12:00:00 AM
Monday, February 13, 2006
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2 Comments:
This is my absolute favorite out of all the pictures you posted in the series. The crooked marker, the barren upright trees on the hill, even the overcast day, it's just overall a psychologically deep shot.
I like your self portrait, too. You have a gift for self-honesty, don't ever lose it, please.
Isn't it funny how sometimes the "afterthought" snapshots turn out to be real gems? Yeah, I'm fond of this one too. :-)
Humility has always been one of my strong points.
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