one last shot

i went this weekend past to my ex-wifes place to gather up my belongings, and found this 4x5 hanging in my old darkroom, developed but never viewed. it was the last picture i took before i went away to rehab, and with the stubbornness of the screw and how it tears into the grain of wood/life, i more or less see it as a self-portrait of me at the time.
it's so good to be back, and i don't mean only photography"back" but "back" back as well.
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