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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

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Day One Hundred Ninety Eight 2013

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Little ladybug on my arm you wear a heart as part of your charm You joined me on this sunny day just for a moment then you flew away...
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Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Day One Hundred Ninety Seven 2013

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Look, Ma, I can turn right and left at the same time! This was Sunday at our church playground. Grandson Knox was showing off his driving s...
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Monday, July 15, 2013

Day One Hundred Ninety Six 2013

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Monday Monday Afternoon With Knox It was a beautiful afternoon. Grandson Knox braved the mosquitoes and spent some time jumping on th...
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Sunday, July 14, 2013

Day One Hundred Ninety Five 2013

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Grandson Knox standing in the glow from a sundrenched stained glass window after worship service this morning. All the pretty colors got bl...
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Saturday, July 13, 2013

Day One Hundred Ninety Four 2013

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At Last I Wanna Hold Your Hand I’ve Got My Mind Set On You My niece Evan married her long-time sweetheart Shaun this afternoon. They ...
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