| Me, deer 19 photographs and text in 3 leporellos, USA (2008-09) "It was at the crossing of both rivers that I met them. In spite of mothers warning not to go down there alone, I followed their path. The beauty, and the infinity of their habitat delighted me…( )…But the land laying ahead of me was empty, terrifying, too abandoned to find comfort in. And after a while I grew lonely, and cold, and estranged." (Dexter, Oregon, October 2008) |