What a strange vintage we are. Constantly needing to photograph each thing, each moment. What other species demands to self archive everything? The same information, experiences, places visually captured over and over again.
What do we expect to learn from it; from taking a picture of it all?
Sep 8, 2013
My Sunday Afternoon
The end to a season, the end to a harvest. A festival older than the United States itself and being here when it happened.
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