Cityscape

December 28, 2016July 18, 2020

Written by Mike Yost (Photographer/Writer)

city-scape

The leaves curl and fall away
Buried and crushed beneath the snow
Only to be reborn
Each year
Every year
Beneath an empty sky
Scorched by a steadfast star

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2016<

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Before I was walking the streets of Denver with my camera, I sat inside my apartment (and a few bars) drafting a novel in grad school while studying existentialism.

It’s a narrative of a guy falling headfirst into an existential crisis, mostly drinking his way through self-hatred, the need for connection, and the weight of loneliness as the days are stacked on each other in piles like old photographs curling at the edges, soon to fade and slip silently into oblivion.

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