Photo Essay

Off the On

Manhattan, NY: Carl Schurz Park (Oxidized as this...)

The very material of my compulsions has invited me into the lives of countless people on the streets, fields, sumps, shores and steppes of this great world. Now I must retreat. I can't face the gaze and am taking refuge in the tangle and skein of sunrise and sunset. Don't look for this weevil on the corners; he's buried in rings for an indefinite period of time.

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