Because there aren't words... goodbye, Carter.
At the Barley House, he walked up to me, shoved his fist into my stomach and said, "You sing from here. It comes from your gut," and gave me a shot of Jaeger and sent me up on stage. He was imposing and talented, swaggering and aloof, brilliant and kind. His death leaves a hole too large.
4 comments:
Thank goodness for you and your camera and your ability to capture people in their true and honest sense.
I could sure be around you right now Ms. KatieMac...this sucks.
Thanks for putting this up. I got no words either.
It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words. Your pictures have done a better job of telling people who Carter was than I could ever dream of.
what beautiful pictures. I meant to say this the other day.
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