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the death of childhood

The death of childhood, of innocence... the death of imagination. The small things buried just beneath the surface.

 

I had originally shot this as a self portrait, but decided to reshoot it with my 5 year old cousin. I've had this idea for a while and was very lucky to come across a location that fit it perfectly in the woods near my house; a perfect wall of dirt, carved out by a now dried up river.

 

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Taken on July 8, 2012