Ohio reminds me of a burnt subterranean plain. Everything is some shade of yellow or brown, and the trees are dried across their branches like dying coral. Mid-west is a good word.
More than anything, it’s like a mother of six at 9pm, making lunches, drying dishes, moving quiet tired steady as Jimmy struggles over his letters and Jane marries Barbie and Ken in her dreams.
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the forester // April 2, 2008 at 7:28 am |
Great image. The last paragraph is interesting, too — I don’t think I’ve ever drawn such an unusual comparison, a setting with a scene/mood. Very bold!