Cynthia E. Wood:
Prada Marfa (reflections)
Cynthia E. Wood:
Inside myself
Cynthia E. Wood:
I was there then but I am not there now and that's making me very sad.
Cynthia E. Wood:
Floored
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The potato eaters
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Nice curves
Cynthia E. Wood:
And then he handed me a LifeSaver
Cynthia E. Wood:
The Fall of the United States of Amerika
Cynthia E. Wood:
Always something there to remind me
Cynthia E. Wood:
s[n]ip
Cynthia E. Wood:
Teaser
Cynthia E. Wood:
It had been two days. Two days in the Valley of Death. (#5 of 13)
Cynthia E. Wood:
...like I need a hole in my head
Cynthia E. Wood:
Dans la vie, il n'y a que des cactus...
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Better than diggin' a ditch
Cynthia E. Wood:
Armchair travel
Cynthia E. Wood:
Barely there
Cynthia E. Wood:
Exodus
Cynthia E. Wood:
Killing time
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Not art. (According to at least one young tourist who snidely-loudly-incredulously asked her parents as they walked by me when I was taking this shot, "Stacked plastic chairs is ART?") Ohmygawd, like totally.
Cynthia E. Wood:
Prismatic
Cynthia E. Wood:
Space odyssey
Cynthia E. Wood:
Candy striper
Cynthia E. Wood:
Flame
Cynthia E. Wood:
Seamless
Cynthia E. Wood:
Line intersected by a plane
Cynthia E. Wood:
Aerial dance
Cynthia E. Wood:
Someone gave me this
Cynthia E. Wood:
This is your brain on drugs.
