Boys Dream Of Native Girls Who Bring

In Times When Nothing Stood But Worsened, Or Grew Strange, There Was One Constant Good: She Did Not Change.

Never Such Innocence, Never Before Or Since, As Changed Itself To Past Without A Word--the Men Leaving The Gardens Tidy, The Thousands Of Marriages Lasting A Little While Longer: Never Such Innocence Again.

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.

Death: The Anaesthetic From Which None Come Round.

But O, Photography! As No Art Is, Faithful And Disappointing!