Cabbage whites in the
rubble, burnt out black Portland,
me photographing
crows. Transtromer loved
cabbage whites, fluttering cor-
ners of truth itself.
Crows and cabbage whites,
those butterflies almost no-
thing—daylit moonlight.
Cabbage whites in the
rubble, burnt out black Portland,
me photographing
crows. Transtromer loved
cabbage whites, fluttering cor-
ners of truth itself.
Crows and cabbage whites,
those butterflies almost no-
thing—daylit moonlight.
I love that image of cabbage whites as daylit moonlight. Inspired Tom!
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