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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

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Day Three Hundred Thirty Six 2012

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Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance   ~Van Morrison
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Friday, November 30, 2012

Day Three Hundred Thirty Five 2012

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Goodbye, November, it was nice knowin’ ya. happy T.G.I.F., y’all!
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Thursday, November 29, 2012

Day Three Hundred Thirty Four 2012

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While raking leaves today, I uncovered this very confused grape hyacinth blooming in the dirt. Another one was sprouting close by it. What’...
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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Day Three Hundred Thirty Three 2012

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"Yea, I have looked, and seen November there; The changeless seal of change it seemed to be, Fair death of things that, l...
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Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Day Three Hundred Thirty Two 2012

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"Beautiful soup! Who cares for fish, game or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two pennyworth of beautiful soup?" ~...
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