"How foolish of me to believe that it would be that easy. I had confused the appearance of trees and automobiles, and people with a reality itself, and believed that a photograph of these appearances to be a photograph of it. It is a melancholy truth that I will never be able to photograph it and can only fail. I am a reflection photographing other reflections within a reflection. To photograph reality is to photograph nothing." --Duane Michals

14th February 2012

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You have familiar hands. Have I told you that before? Like I’ve already seen them from somewhere, on someone else, at some other time?  You have familiar hands. Like from sight, i’ll recognize them anywhere. A distant reminder of a broken promise, a forgotten dream.  Or could it be. That those that came before were but a hint, a clue to what lies ahead.  To you. and those familiar hands.

You have familiar hands. Have I told you that before? Like I’ve already seen them from somewhere, on someone else, at some other time? 

You have familiar hands. Like from sight, i’ll recognize them anywhere. A distant reminder of a broken promise, a forgotten dream. 

Or could it be. That those that came before were but a hint, a clue to what lies ahead. 

To you. and those familiar hands.

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