GPS ON ICE

Tore myself away from printing yesterday to wander along the edge of a deep canyon where I found scenes of leaves caught in shadowed pools turned to ice. I blame the many hours spent as a child finding faces, animals, and other strange likenesses in cloud formations for my tendency toward finding juxtaposed curiosities between image and title. And I blame this behaviour partly on the small planes that often looped the sky with ads for sugary drinks, cigarettes, and chocolate across the sky of Los Angeles.

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