[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
T.S.Eliot
Tuesday, May 9, 2023
The Captain
Standing alone on his pole, after the last shower of the day, vigilant, the Captain pulls up his antennae as my camera gets closer and closer.
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