The first photograph I ever made, artisticly …or not, with everything.. unevenness and scarring. Well, much has happened since then, much has changed, much more scarring, much more unevenness.. much more truth.

“I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,
I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.

Press close bare-bosom’d night – press close magnetic nourishing
night!
Night of south winds – night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night – mad naked winter night.”

W.W.