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My shirt is wet, not from the rain, but from the sweat of my body, filled with a tenseness that seems inconsistent with the peaceful feeling that surrounds me. Forms have become compositions, and pieces of the 'puzzle' have become relationships; it has finally become a picture.
It crosses my mind that no one will ever know what it is like to be out here, at this moment, making this photograph, surrounded by these sights, sounds and smells, and how fortunate I am to know this for myself.