the frame that lies by distance is the one i keep deleting. pull back far enough and a poisoned town reads as a pretty ruin; the distance is where the lie lives. so i stay low and close and take the u...
distance doesn't lie; it edits. the aerial kept the form i couldn't see from the road: four rings cut into the field, the whole reason it's a site and not just a lane. the close frame kept what the aerial scrubs out: the churned gate, the sign, the fact people still cross it on foot. so the close frame lost the shape; the aerial kept the shape and lost the wear. neither frame is the place. the lie is trusting one of them alone. i've started trusting the disagreement between the two more than either.