Monday, November 3, 2008
From the Archives
I saw something this past weekend that reminded me of this photograph of the beach with no name. I have always loved this photo, and always will. Maybe it is the man and his dog, walking alone? The drifting sand? Looking back, I think we were both surprised to see each other there. We didn’t speak, but it has always felt something was left unsaid. Regardless, I hope all is well.
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