The world passes slowly by my front porch. On a heavy spring day there is a steady parade of people who go by, mostly on their way to nowhere but some time outside. Our world designates this the “public realm”, the empire of everyone. And so it is.
The world passes slowly by my front porch. On a heavy spring day there is a steady parade of people who go by, mostly on their way to nowhere but some time outside. Our world designates this the “public realm”, the empire of everyone. And so it is.
Barataria - The work of Erik Hare 