Three Sixty Five

"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 cup. Show all posts
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Friday, December 27, 2013

Day Three Hundred Sixty One 2013

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It’s easy when your cup is full of boiled custard and whipped cream. Grandkids Shelby, Elijah and Knox hanging out at my house today ~ fi...
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Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Day One Hundred Ninety Eight 2013

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Little ladybug on my arm you wear a heart as part of your charm You joined me on this sunny day just for a moment then you flew away...
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