This is the still version of Marlene: hair, hoop, hat, towel, leather, wildflowers, glass, dusk on a rail. The pictures are not a catalog of outfits. They are the same person caught in different weather. Some frames are close enough to feel like a secret. Some are wide enough that the land does the talking.

Sets will change. Older images stay if they still earn their place. Nothing here is a promise about the fiction. The books are meaner than the smile. The songs are louder than the porch. Use the gallery to look. Use the other pages if you want to hear what she does after the shutter closes.