Thursday, April 17, 2008
How beauteous! I conversed with him, and also with the place. I talked loud for his aging ears, I murmured to the ancient house. He got it just because he lived there for so long it naturally became his. Clean fingernails, an ashtray used for something different than flattening cigarette buts, his fan, his writings. We spent two hours together, and I got just an image per hour.
(Sea Breve / Cenicero. Charallave, Estado Miranda, Venezuela. Photos by Valentina Vitols. Copyright, 2006)