AuthorGarrett Cotham has always been curious. As a child he loved to spend time poring over maps, globes, and images of the earth, and dreaming about exploring the furthest reaches. As an adult, photography has been his chosen method of attempting to fulfill this curiosity and wanderlust. Whether it is a beautiful and powerful sunset over the ocean, the dark and dirty back alley of a city, or a trail that winds to the seemingly endless horizon, he aims to bring the same curiosity and wonder that he feels into the images he creates in order to discover the story behind them. It is his desire to pique the curiosity of his viewers. To inspire them to ask questions, learn about, and visit the places they dream of, in order to see and hear the stories those places have to tell. Find more at www.garrettcotham.com
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high heels are dangerous for at least two reasons: i have always looked “too grown” legs always been too long, my mother survivor in her own rite warned me; men are the most dangerous thing to you & those stilettos can land a good kick but are difficult to run in before work its sneakers to heels i fold my shirt, and my mother’s warnings up in the corner of the backroom my safety or assurance or sneakers are waiting for me the manager of my club doesn’t let any of the girls leave until our ride is out front after work, it is either late night or early morning i am waiting for carlos to pick me up & he’s never late but he always parks across the street and down he’s giving me the space i need i switch from the strappy ankle breaking heels to my nikes iwalk out the door then sprint boston is so quiet & a different kind of threat at three am down & across the street a passenger side door, not unlocked until im right there. his car reminds me of two things: him, & a mother’s warnings about fast girls & how dangerous we are about high heels and all the ways a woman will fool him he drives too fast down the boulevard looking only at the road i put my double knotted feet on the dash throw those four inches of ignored warnings in the back i’ve had eyes on me all night so i close mine he turns to me, for just a second “how was work” & my feet are killing me but I close my eyes grit my teeth & there is too much to tell him so I just say good. it went by fast.
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