oh walls in savannah, you amaze me in your decrepitude.
Quiet now, sorrow; relax. Calm down, fear ...
You wanted the night? It’s falling, here,
Like a black glove onto the city,
Giving a few some peace ... but not me.
David St John, from Meditation
analog at heart
" When people look at my pictures I want them to feel the way they do when they want to read a line of poem twice. "
Robert Frank
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