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"All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt."— Susan Sontag

Showing posts with label Day Sixteen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Day Sixteen. Show all posts
Saturday, January 16, 2010

Day Sixteen

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Wood Pile Blues Little by little, hubby Neil is starting to make a dent in our pile of wood for the wood stove. The wood cutters dumped six...
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