This reminds me of a photoshoot I ran with on a whim in Wisconsin for a sculptor. He, while I was visiting, wanted to run with an idea we got talking about. Get artists talking and they come up with some straaaange shite. :) So we trotted out into some very fae woods that are extreemly old. They emptied upon a pond that was delicously warm and that abutted a cranberry marsh. So we picked our way out along the felled logs and jumped in to swim across to a place he reckoned sacred to the natives and other folks. I wonder if he ever went through with the venture?
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