Wednesday, August 26, 2009

o vos omnes

1 comment:

K said...

we sat in a field, perhaps by the cabin where you were staying or maybe they are just connected in my head rather than actual space. prickly grass and pale red indian paintbrush, which was always my favorite after that. it was on a hill, i think, textured by the plants and hard dirt and small stones. we were probably wearing those hats, although i don't remember that either.