Drinking my coffee, getting ready to leave for the shop....thought I'd offer up a couple more images. Marc spoke to us all. With passion and unguarded spontaneity...in conversations it wasn't unusual to talk with him and see and hear our voices become one molten pool.. each interjecting a word or phrase where the other had paused. A wave of the hand and I was off track; but a point of the wagging finger, a nod of his head and we would be on our shared path...
Jeremy
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wonderful photos. good to see his ever-present notebook.
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