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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

Monday, August 10, 2009

Day Two Hundred Twenty Two

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We were hoping for hand prints, but by the time we got out there to do them, the cement had already set too hard to make an impression. Bumm...
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Sunday, August 9, 2009

Day Two Hundred Twenty One

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Daughter Kelly sent me this picture a few days ago, helping to feed my obsession with mushrooms this summer. Huge mushrooms growing out of a...
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Saturday, August 8, 2009

Day Two Hundred Twenty

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Haircut Elijah stayed with us for a while this morning while his mom and sister were out of town and his dad was at work. At his mom's r...
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Friday, August 7, 2009

Day Two Hundred Nineteen

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In The Mood For Sepia The yellow striped kitten named Eddie. He's too quick for my camera shutter. He's also a sweet cat who likes t...
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Thursday, August 6, 2009

Day Two Hundred Eighteen

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Rock Art, Bubbles and Backhoes Shelby fashions some colorful rock art this morning with felt tip markers. Elijah makes some rock art of his ...
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