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brugmansia, detail, photo by dorothy clews

cropping Dorothy’s image of the brugmansia bloom, I sought interior images that could convey the strength of scent she writes of, soaking the forest air outside her window.  Shapes within this flower echo light and arcs of the tented vaults above our airport, pictured with my cell phone in the night when we retrieved our daughter, out of the sky, like a passenger in Wynken’s shoe; she is the best approximation and concoction of the DNA of each of us, and both. Images I’ve used here, like a hammock, boat, a sky, a volute… Dorothy sent this photo, seeing what I’m reaching for—I reach in and search for that articulation, volume, edge, the cup of fragrance she explains; the knowledge that my dear one flies out after a short stay.—mls