“Now that we are nothing, for example,
we can be the rain. Surely
the rain will accept us without hesitation, even
when it’s starting. And now it’s starting. Drops
on the window glass: it accepts us,
this feminine rain accepts us. Kiss me.
Fragility, spin a thread toward the bird’s little foot,
fraternal ending of the rain or exhaustion, spin it.
A type of cardboard box with “Fragile” written
in a bold hand, free from trembling.
Let us be fragile for we are not the ocean.
Some form will accept us.”
Extraordinary photos of young hitchhikers and freight train hoppers by Mike Brodie
Mike Brodie (tumblr | facebook) first began photographing in 2004 when he was given a Polaroid camera. Working under the moniker, The Polaroid Kidd, Brodie spent the next four years circumambulating the U.S. amassing an archive of photographs that would go on to make up one of the few, true collections of American travel photography. Having never undergone any formal training, he chose to remained untethered to the pressures and expectations of the art market.