Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Saturday, July 2, 2016


We sit by the river.  Occasionally, we throw in a stone, which the river hides.  Sometimes we throw in a stick and watch the river carry the stick away.  We imagine where the stick might go, imagine what the stick will see.  And the sticks that float past us from someplace upstream?  Those were someone’s dreams from yesterday.
Did they imagine us?

--Mitchell Hegman

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