Photography Thinks
“Darkness at the break of noon. Shadows even the silver spoon. The handmade blade, the child’s balloon. Eclipses both the sun and moon. You know too soon there’s no business trying.”
Thank you, Mr. Dylan.
The President must stand naked, too.
But I still have something to live up to.
Marrakesh meat market fare.
Love ya, Dude.
Read the Declaration of Independence, especially the parts dealing with the complaints against the king.
I am a Kohane whose first name is Levi, how weird. Somewhere in the distant past, the family name was Duchman.
Practice hugging the incarcerated kids. We will march in DC next week. Will you? Here is a poster you can print out and carry.
