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brooklyn.
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heirloom tomato, roasted eggplant and mozzarella stack.
(an outtake from upcoming cookbook for Stone Edge Farm Winery, to be released in Autumn 2013.)
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one last afternoon with jillian.
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I have no fear of depths
and a great fear of shallow living.
~ Anaïs Nin
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the lake.
I love all three so all three is what you get.
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day three ended like this and it won’t ever end just like this again, really.
ten minutes apart, turned on their ears, Rorschached.
off focus, untouched.
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persisting stars and noisy plumes.
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day two ended like this but it won’t ever end, really.
There is something about true friends isn’t there? You revel in their presence, miss them when they are away. You ache for them when they are right there holding your hand yet feel them with you when they are gone. Jillian wrote about friendship so beautifully right after our time together wrapped. Madelyn lifted up the most poetic words in homage of the same … oh it keeps rolling through me how we kept up with simultaneous/unknown seeing with our cameras. True and fierce and gentle and talented and all of us capturing releasing recapturing each others words, thoughts, outbursts of joy and laughter. True – us wild luminescent gals – Friends. HUZZAH!
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the evening walk.
