blood red

bloody hand on a glass door
scratched by a quercus virginiana, tree was standing still, I was moving

Author: WmX

I stumbled off the track to success in 1968, started chasing shadows that summer. Since then, In addition to farm-laborer and newspaper photographer my occupational incarnations include dishwasher, janitor, retail photo clerk, plumber, HVAC repairman, auto mechanic, CAT scan technologist, computer worker and politico (whatever it takes to buy a camera.) I am on the road to understanding black and white photography.

3 thoughts on “blood red”

  1. And all these years, I’ve thought you were a lover, not a fighter. (smile)

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