it was (somehow) only three years ago that i bought a train ticket on a whim and rode from flint, michigan to portland, oregon (where i ended up living until last month.) the train ride was three days long, which allowed me enough time to fill pages and pages of my notebook, shoot a few rolls of film, drink discounted cans of beer with the snack-car employee (who told me stories of living in chicago in the 1950’s,) and become friends with a couple of like-minded travelers.
and here i am, on the road again…
her photographs.
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