In the midst of the rains that seem to have engulfed New York as of late, we emerge from the waters into the fresh air of Wake Forest, North Carolina, from which hails our latest beautiful series of Action Shots, brought to us by the incomparable Operative Emily Ramser. And so we travel, ever backwards:
The fields, the fields, the fields
From the operative:
“A friend and I drove out to an abandoned golf course to take a few pictures. Sadly, we didn’t find many people interested in reading my back there. In fact, we only stumbled upon a teenage couple making out, who ran away from us, embarrassed, without stopping to read my jacket.”
Anyone Finds Anyone
“My photographer friend wanted to experiment with artistic views, so he had me sit in mud and a drain pipe. Fun times. I was certainly contemplating diving in and becoming water by this point.”
Twins
“When a place becomes abandoned like this, it’s a mystery that anybody finds anybody.”
You Cannot Practice Traveling Backwards in Time
‘Practicing for exams, I have the habit of perching on desks, as my teachers call it.”
There Is No Such Thing As Underwater
“I wandered down to my town’s yearly ‘Meet in the Street’ with David’s piece on my back. I can’t tell you how many people ran after me going ‘WAIT! STOP! I want to finish reading!'”
Other Kinds of Light
“Just another instance of me having to explain the meaning of caliginous to someone.”
Degrees
“Bringing thought into a place of ruin.”
I STAND CORRECTED
“I was letting professors of Southeastern Baptist Seminary read my jacket after an essay reading I attended where a good friend of mine was speaking. Everyone was very impressed with David’s piece, some of the professors in attendance in particular.”
Sweatshirt Eternal
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This phenomenal issue belongs totally to David Tomaloff and Emily Ramser, communicating in unexpected, inter-medial ways. Enormous thanks to them both; and the promise of refreshments should path cross path.
