March 25, 2013

March 23, 2013


It is Saturday, which means sleeping until I am no longer tired, if the dog will let me. I haven't been sleeping well. We take Poppy to the Ocean Beach and I photograph her catching the frisbee, which flies high and wild in the wind. She is an amazing athlete and I capture several images of her flying through the air in nearly unfathomable ways. The rest of my Saturday is a blur, spent in an obsessive state, trying to track down information about a long-lost family member, who holds the key to our past. That's how I like to think about it and I think that is how a lot of people in my family think about it too.

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