I met a cowboy at line 92.
he bathed in orchids, pink and white.
I met him on the way back too.
still he sat in his orchid's light.
I wondered, why, what is his duty?
what's the purpose of this beauty?
salt, cider and cigarettes.
8 airplanes in the sky.
paradise is not a place.
its's an ability.
Photography: Lea Schweinfurth
Artwork: Lea Schweinfurth