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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 Red Maple tree. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Red Maple tree. Show all posts
Sunday, September 30, 2012

Day Two Hundred Seventy Four 2012

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The leaves at the top of the Red Maple in our back yard are starting to turn. Not sure whether to be glad or sad. I guess I feel a little o...
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Day One Hundred Sixty Four 2012

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I noticed a branch or two on our Red Maple tree in the back yard have leaves with red veins, almost as though they’re bleeding, or already ...
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Monday, October 24, 2011

Day Two Hundred Ninety Seven 2011

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Niece Julia, grand daughter Shelby and grandson Elijah spent  some time outside after school this afternoon batting the ball and throw...
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