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Yesterday we rode our bikes to the bayou, along the cracked, broken streets, across the bridge, which we had to wait for twice: once on the way over, and again on the way back. It lifted itself high and slow, to descend with a resounding clang. Metal on metal. Painted blue bridge, so the airplanes can see it more clearly, you told me. We dismounted to crossover, you punched the side to feel how it impacted with your fist. Metal on flesh. You like to measure the solidity of things. With the strong winds, looking down through the slits of the walkway, watching the water underneath, we commented on the mild sense of peril we both felt.

photograph of nude woman landscape bayou New Orleans by Robyn LeRoy-Evans
digital C-Type print
2015
photograph of nude woman landscape bayou New Orleans by Robyn LeRoy-Evans
digital C-Type print
2015
photograph of pink garbage green grass landscape minimal by Robyn LeRoy-Evans
2015
black and white photograph of nude woman bayou landscape New Orleans by Robyn LeRoy-Evans
digital C-Type print
2015
black and white photograph of nude woman bayou landscape New Orleans by Robyn LeRoy-Evans
digital C-Type print
2015
photograph of pink yonic fabric green grass footprint metal by Robyn LeRoy-Evans
digital C-Type print
2015