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dreaming in the middle distance
I saw a young girl the other day, she must have been about six or seven. She tucked her feet around each other as she leant against her grandpa’s legs, chewing her sleeve. I followed her gaze, dreaming off into the distance. Familiar territory.
These are some of my photographs of those dreamers.
Those resting their brains in the middle distance.
This mini series reminds me of Rebecca Solnit’s Field Guide to Getting Lost. That unreachable blue, that desirable blue, that distance. For those of you who know the text, let me know your thoughts. For those who aren’t yet familiar, I recommend you have a look.
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