I was reflected in the mirror as I sat on the motel bed drawing.
The quoted lines are from a poem I wrote about 30 years ago, comparing the movement of an oil pump/jack to Abraham's arm swinging up to sacrifice Isaac.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
June 19
This is a treated photo: my arm in the foreground as my hand holds the steering wheel; the passenger seat in the background.
I was reflected in the mirror as I sat on the motel bed drawing.
The quoted lines are from a poem I wrote about 30 years ago, comparing the movement of an oil pump/jack to Abraham's arm swinging up to sacrifice Isaac.
I was reflected in the mirror as I sat on the motel bed drawing.
The quoted lines are from a poem I wrote about 30 years ago, comparing the movement of an oil pump/jack to Abraham's arm swinging up to sacrifice Isaac.
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