Mike Brodie
But I needed to find out for myself. Two weeks later I was gone, witnessing my new world wizz by, especially at dusk, then darkness as I watched the sum of all the city lights cast my silhouette across the pine trees of the Florida panhandle. This was it, I was riding my very first freight train. And soon, what would begin as mere natural curiosity and self-discovery would evolve into a casting call of sorts, taking photographs of my newfound friends. â€” Mike Brodie,11 x 13 Inches,60 Four-color Plates,104 Pages
Art,Photography,Nonfiction,Art
A Period of Juvenile Prosperity