perhaps the truth depends upon a walk around the lake
—notes toward a supreme fiction
Sunday, May 4, 2014
ruins
I spent some time today taking photographs
of an abandoned residential institution in upstate
New York. Closed in 1996. Overrun with graffiti.
Tangle of broken glass and sorrow. Ghosted.
Hi Pam. One of our editors pointed me your way; love your photos (I see you're a writer too but haven't found the writing here?) We'd be interested in representing your photos in our upcoming issue of The Woven Tale Press: http://thewoventalepress.net
See what you think and if interested, email me at editor@thewoventalepress.net -- please reference your blog URL. Thank you Sandra Tyler Editor-in-Chief.
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Hi Pam. One of our editors pointed me your way; love your photos (I see you're a writer too but haven't found the writing here?) We'd be interested in representing your photos in our upcoming issue of The Woven Tale Press: http://thewoventalepress.net
See what you think and if interested, email me at
editor@thewoventalepress.net -- please reference your blog URL.
Thank you
Sandra Tyler
Editor-in-Chief.
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