Nandia (Genesis Conroy) trekked with David Powers (the killer) and I about a quarter of a mile down a logging trail on my grandmother’s property. The mosquitoes were out in full-force. She had shorts and a tank top on and was wrapped in a muddy, ripped, wet sheet.
Poor girl.
She later counted the bites and said there were more than 30 individual bites. When David and I were burying her, we were going to stop, but she asked for more dirt because the mosquitoes couldn’t bite her wherever there was some dirt. It made for good images anyways, so we obliged.
And, in the end, I only used the images I got from the march as trim. Oh, but how beautiful that trim is!