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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

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Day One Hundred One 2013

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Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding...
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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Day One Hundred 2013

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It’s 84 degrees outside. The air conditioning in my car is not working. My windows are rolled down. It feels like a hundred degrees while ...
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Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Day Ninety Nine 2013

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RaNdOmNesS At the car wash because the birds in my neighborhood just love to target my windshield [the whole car, actually]. That’s the pr...
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Monday, April 8, 2013

Day Ninety Eight 2013

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I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game. ~Walt Whitman Grandson Elijah is back in the swing of things ...
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Sunday, April 7, 2013

Day Ninety Seven 2013

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Parting Shots ‘Pa’ and grandson Knox and Elmo going for a walk Saturday morning. Knox has a monkey with a long tail riding on his back lik...
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