The House on Elm Street
I was taking time-lapse photography of the oak tree in my backyard when I saw Robert Walsh fall. It was a Tuesday in late October, the kind of grey, windless afternoon that makes everything look like it's under glass. I had my camera on a tripod, set to take a photo every thirty seconds, planning to compress eight hours into thirty seconds of footage. Robert Walsh was in his garage, working on...
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