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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 rake. Show all posts
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Saturday, November 10, 2012

Day Three Hundred Fifteen 2012

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It’s that time of year. Can’t put it off any longer. Well, we could, but it just makes the job bigger and more time consuming. Neil and I...
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Saturday, November 5, 2011

Day Three Hundred Nine 2011

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  “And the days dwindle down To a precious few, September, November - And these few precious days I'd spend with you, These go...
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Sunday, November 8, 2009

Day Three Hundred Twelve

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November Means ... Raking Leaves The Day - totally gorgeous and strangely warm The Rake - big and sturdy, gave me blisters 'cause I did...
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