September 2008
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100 Words on Moral
As per VelvetVerbosity’s challenge:
In a concrete expanse under I-95, a man trashes around wildly and hurls debris at my tripod. His cathartic howling rips through the roar of traffic. This display is inspired by his lover’s confession of infidelity. I’m here to photograph his pain so he can show her later. When my film runs out, he’s weeping; broken. I suggest in earnest that he leave her....