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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

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Thursday, January 19, 2012

Day Nineteen 2012

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Dear beautiful Spring weather, I miss you. Was it something I said? ~"Skipper" Kim Corbin
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Monday, January 10, 2011

Day Ten 2011

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"Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some t...
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Monday, August 9, 2010

Day Two Hundred Twenty One 2010

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Ice Ice Kitty Another scorcher today. Buddy Cat enjoyed the ice cubes I slipped into his water dish. I've never understood why something...
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Friday, February 19, 2010

Day Fifty

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Random Snapshots From T.G.I.F. Grand daughter Shelby walking in sun rays to Granny's house after school today--the first day back to sch...
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Sunday, January 31, 2010

Day Thirty One

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Neil broke this "Winter sandwich" off the car this afternoon--a solid layer of ice in between two layers of snow. This stuff is ma...
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