Talgoland: It's all that you can't leave behind

Yes, I've actually submitted a photo essay at RRPE.

Old material, the Brooklyn stuff, which even if it saw printing, wouldn't be out for many years, since I'd need to get off my ass and setup my darkroom to do so. Text is old and has been online before as well.

Motives? Prove I can blow them out of the water. Access to the "restricted" gallery if that ever materializes. Also a statement that I can't be gotten rid of -- you never know when I'm reading or what I might say. AKA "youcantshutmeupitis", aka Carol Voss' Disease.

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, / And sorry I could not travel both / And be one traveler, long I stood / And looked down one as far as I could / To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, / And having perhaps the better claim, / Because it was grassy and wanted wear; / Though as for that the passing there / Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay / In leaves no step had trodden black. / Oh, I kept the first for another day! / Yet knowing how way leads on to way, / I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh / Somewhere ages and ages hence: / Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iâ€” / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference.

â€” Robert Frost

Talgoland

Total masochism, or, you can't get rid of me!

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