tomorrow (082707), i leave. westwards, through the mountains to remember the heady beauty of altitude and touching clouds.
i always remember jeanette winterson’s short story about the four islands, each tied to a specific element. I fell in love with aeros where the island floated above the sea and people got lost in stories.
i’ll be there and back again with photographs and, yes, stories to tell.
(the dolly sods, west virginia, 2007)
