by John Holliger I enter the midnight darkness and drive… down into dips of mist, hints that when I arrive, the mist will cover the wetlands, the lowest place. I arrive and all is ebony black. By the dim light of an open car door, I set up everything on the tripod, and tap my […]
by John Holliger Just one huge boulder, that’s all I needed; a ton or so of white granite with black sparkles and smooth, rounded edges between me and my mother. She was compulsively setting the picnic table out of her L. L. Bean wicker basket. It was filled with hundreds of perfect red this’s and […]