Eva Deitch | And the desert called | evadeitch.com
Eva Deitch | And the desert called | evadeitch.com
 

In the desert, I can never grasp how far it is, out there to where my eyes lay.
A days walk? A half a days walk?
How many rests would I have to take?
What would it be like to stare back into the distance, to this very place I'm sitting now.

- November, 2014

 
Eva Deitch | And the desert called | evadeitch.com
 
Eva Deitch | And the desert called | evadeitch.com
 
Eva Deitch | And the desert called | evadeitch.com
 
Eva Deitch | And the desert called | evadeitch.com
 
Eva Deitch | And the desert called | evadeitch.com
Eva Deitch | And the desert called | evadeitch.com
 
 

I don't want to spoil you with my glances.
Walking, head down, through the low thirsty grasses
I try to paint you in the way I remember, instead.

- November 2014

 
Eva Deitch | And the desert called | evadeitch.com
Eva Deitch | And the desert called | evadeitch.com
 
 
 
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Eva Deitch | And the desert called | evadeitch.com
 
Eva Deitch | And the desert called | evadeitch.com
 
Eva Deitch | And the desert called | evadeitch.com