tuesday march six.

as i walk i sometimes think of captions, but most of our walk is uncaptioned. there's always something that eludes me, that i can't capture in a caption. i have a question about this, i'm captive of the question that will go unanswered, in pictures. most of life i see is threshold, between the captions and the pictures. most of life is recorded only in the ground, on the air, a murmur in the soil, a bird call, a voice in the background.