Life Is First Boredom, Then Fear. Whether

A Writer Once Said To Me, If You Ever Go To America, Go Either To The East Coast Or The West Coast: The Rest Is A Desert Full Of Bigots. That's What I Think I'd Like . . . A Version Of Pastoral.

But O, Photography! As No Art Is, Faithful And Disappointing!

To Start At A New Place Is Always To Feel Incompetent & Unwanted.

And Immediately Rather Than Words Comes The Thought Of High Windows: The Sun-comprehending Glass, And Beyond It, The Deep Blue Air, That Shows Nothing, And Is Nowhere, And Is Endless.

... Everyone Young Going Down The Long Slide To Happiness, Endlessly.