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  • I am in Louisville, Kentucky for another hour. This photo was taken last night through a screen door by the photographer I've been seeing. We drove here this weekend so he could participate in a half Ironman and I could pick up some drawings.

    He had gone for a walk and I was unwinding the kinks in my muscles, listening to Neil Young's "Old Man," my best friend in the other room wiping his Macbook, which he'd just sold. The woman in the photo, who I can only remember and no longer know, is dancing atop a precipice that overhangs an abyss, trying to stop falling in love without landing.

    It is not the story that makes a moment tender, but the life moving through it. The eye of the camera is pointed by one who stands just outside the scene, half enamored with something newly foreign, for its own sake.
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