There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away. They haunt this dusty beach road. In the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets

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walking alongside the boss, all over new jersey

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2 Responses to “There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away. They haunt this dusty beach road. In the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets”

  1. GGSlade Says:

    Courtney…this is lovely, so moving and evocative. I love imagining, on the basis of the images, what your relationships with these guys are, and if they exist in real time/space. There’s something both immediate and nostalgic about this set. And your face in the midst of it, closer (to the camera) than any other. So willing to engage. Very cool.

     George Slade  re:photographica  georgeslade@mac.com  651-227-9549

  2. courtneyreams Says:

    oh George…thank you. your words of course, alas, gave me jitters of glee and bliss. these people mean the most to me and I have savored and locked up our times together in hopes to preserve them as forever daydreams of nostalgia and romance xx

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