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Humarock
Just thought I’d share this photo. I took it in 1998. Joe kept telling me to hurry up. I told him, “Wait just a sec, I’m taking photographs!” and that’s how this one came about.
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Humarock photo of the day
Joe was asleep, snoring. I decided to make coffee. The temperature was about 40 degrees, typical of Humarock mornings. I slipped out onto the porch to take a photo. When I came back into the house,...
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Humarock photo of the day
“Jules, what are you doing? No, Jules, you don’t need those. It’s–it’s unlocked.”
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Humarock continued
“You’ll meet my family, someday.” “Good. I’d like that.” “My mom, she’s really into decor.“ “What do you mean, decor?” “You’ll see.” “The beach house looks like fuckin’ Good Housekeeping.” “On the...
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Humarock
“Do you want to have coffee in here or out on the porch?” “Huh?” “Do you want coff–“ “On the porch.” “It’s wet, you know.” “I know.”
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Places
Humarock is a finger of land. On one side is river; on the other is ocean. Problem is, I can never figure out which side is which. My original thesis was a work of fiction that took place at...
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