“‘Think of yourself standing in the middle of a whiteout and then suddenly the white is blown away by a giant fan and everything’s clear and you can see for miles and miles,’ she said, and so I tried, but truth be told I have always had a tough time shutting my eyes and seeing myself. All I could do was smell Dorothy’s hair and feel her shoulders through her sweater; all I could picture was the one tiny button, looped with silk thread, at the nape of her neck.”
—Kate Walbert, from “The Blue Hour”
Photography Credit Sundance Kid (via)
