I dreamed today that I was photograhping on black and white film that’s been sitting in my camera for months. The dream was very detailed, light changed and subjects weren’t moving as if they were real. There were swarms of birds and large butterflies in a garden with red, fleshy flowers, a girl in harsh afternoon summer light. My camera was built like a long gun, the focusing ring was at the very end of it.
March 29, 2013 In words