Search for America | Sort of In a way What is left |
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ome places speak to a state of gloomy sorrow, as even the discarded is guarded behind barbed wire. Yet weeds, by virtue of their resilience, affirm the land. Signs of hope always emerge in desperation, and the earth will abide.
“I go to a place to be in the place and when I'm there I try and make photographs of how I feel about being there.” - Joel Meyerowitz

