25 years is a long time

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photography / recollections

This patch of pampas grass caught my eye as I was driving through parts of downtown today. It reminded me of my childhood when we would use the stalks to play sword fight with one another.

In my dreams, sometimes, pampas grass is overgrown and there is a tall abandoned brick building where we used to play together. The four of us, running through the fields of tall grass, a tornado looming in the distant…

Here, I make my way through the pampas grass. I run my fingers along the sharp blades. The lens blurs , the wind blurs, the feathery flowers are blurry, but my memories are clear…

 

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artist. homebody. cinephile. slow book collector.

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