i feel like this round of pictures is like when you're trying to strike a match. that first few tries the spark cuts the darkness in a flash until that precise moment when pressure and friction combine in glass and sulfer and ignite into flame. i hope that i can keep the flame burning but to see its true light it can not be shielded from the wind. i must hold the flame outstretched and hope. thanks lydelle for the long journey to whitesburg and thanks to those at m.a.r.s. fest who appear in these photos.
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That's what I'm talking about. Beautiful stuff, man.
That picture of Lydelle is so beautiful. I wish I could have come too. Miss you bird.
Blowin' it out Brett Marshall, Blowin' it out!
Hope all is well.
-Alex
Thank you for a wonderful weekend! I was great to see you ol' buddy. Whitesburg is amazing.
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