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My photography is my desire to understand myself, outside the context of myself. My images are a glimpse of the unknown me looking at the world. These glimpses are moments of discovery: Who am I and where am I going? I do not know; I am always in twilight when I am no longer in today but not quite yet in tomorrow. I photograph people to evoke the simple truths about myself, my feelings, attachments and disconnections, happiness and sadness; with hope that some day I would be able to bring myself out of the twilight.

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August 22, 2011
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“Every night, the same dream’” she said.  Once upon a time, there was a fox who lived in a hole with a whiskey bottle. Note: Whiskey doesn’t make a fox a man, but its a good start.  The Fox loved to beat up on his hen. ” I’m going to eat you out” he would say. But the hen, against all logic loved the fox. The way he walked made her beak wet, her mouth would water and her brain truned to sponge and she soaked him all up. She had a thing for bushy tails and ” My, what big teeth you have,” you could hear her say. On her breast, several rows of feathers undone by love. Note: Love is a fox suffering from unrestrained mischief. One day, love took his whiskey bottle and the hen into the forest. At ten-pass-noon they fell into a hole.   Project: Where are we going? Series: Imaginary Conversations.  Marc-Anthony Lecky  all content © 2011 flickr

“Every night, the same dream’” she said. 

Once upon a time, there was a fox who lived in a hole with a whiskey bottle.

Note: Whiskey doesn’t make a fox a man, but its a good start. 

The Fox loved to beat up on his hen. ” I’m going to eat you out” he would say. But the hen, against all logic loved the fox.

The way he walked made her beak wet, her mouth would water and her brain truned to sponge and she soaked him all up.

She had a thing for bushy tails and ” My, what big teeth you have,” you could hear her say.

On her breast, several rows of feathers undone by love.

Note: Love is a fox suffering from unrestrained mischief.

One day, love took his whiskey bottle and the hen into the forest.

At ten-pass-noon they fell into a hole.  

Project: Where are we going?

Series: Imaginary Conversations. 

Marc-Anthony Lecky 

all content © 2011

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