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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

Friday, January 11, 2013

Day Eleven 2013

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Randomness There is blue sky under all those clouds. These were puffy and awesome. Neil took half a day off  just because. After school,...
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Thursday, January 10, 2013

Day Ten 2013

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"Wal-mart... do they like make walls there?"  ~Paris Hilton Sometimes I wish I’d never heard of this place, but when what’s le...
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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Day Nine 2013

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Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.  ~Langston Hughes It...
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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Day Eight 2013

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My back yard was invaded by giant birds today. I’ve never seen anything like it. I mean, what have these things been eating? Not really. Bu...
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Monday, January 7, 2013

Day Seven 2013

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Grandson Elijah and I stopped along the path to the house after school this afternoon long enough to snap a gratuitous self-shadow-portrait...
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