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postcards

I finally sent these postcards in, about a month late.  I made so many, and there are still some half-finished that never made it to the done pile–they’re on my desk, mid-process. “Come help me photograph these,” I said to Ming.  He agreed.  We chose this glass table on the north side of Freedom House,… Read More »

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desert

When I was a little kid and heard about the desert, like Jesus praying there, or the devil temping him, I felt very curious about what desert is.  I was living on the coast and had never been to the desert. Desert seemed like a sacred place, where you could pray, be alone, feel raw… Read More »