The house in which my parents lived stands at the base of Neahkahnie Mountain, from which the first photograph was made. Their ashes are buried on Nehalem Spit, visible in the distance. My mother especially loved the Spit for what was then its profusion of wild strawberries, and when she was no longer able to walk there we enjoyed bringing them back to her. All of the photographs were made on a return to the town of Manzanita, the interiors at a motel kitchen counter and table. “There is no first, or last, in Forever—It is Centre, there, all the time” (Emily Dickinson).—from the introduction by Robert Adams
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