Suppose I were to tell you about this cowboy
who’s not really a cowboy,
not in the regular sense of the term,
not in the sense that she drives cattle,
or rides horses,
or wears cowboy hats,
not yet anyway.
This cowboy is imaginary
but she exists,
like a sculpture trapped inside a block of marble
waiting for her line of flight,
waiting for the sculptor to start chiseling away at the stone.
Exerpt from longer text by Lena Niemi, accompanying Anja Niemi's photographs in the book 'She Could Have Been A Cowboy
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