Escapism through the Third eye, Lens eye, the putrification of city-based ideas floating like fat to the surface of a good soup to be scraped off and discarded and channeled into garbage hell while this Free Mind climbs small mountains and records some little abstract speck of how it might have happened, how it might have looked right then; do we have any ability at all as humans to dictate things such as This is what was happening back then. The photograph exists to be seen; does that make the photograph an undeniable source of truth? I believe this photograph says everything and nothing; everything and nothing, I feel this to be some spark of truth and yet it is sometimes nice to forget and say, This photograph tells me everything about this long-past moment. I was having fun in the trees with my friends.


Photo by John Beneke: http://www.flickr.com/photos/42360267@N05