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Photo Page Extra 1
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| These are older shots that seem to have something to recommend
them. They are smaller images than the regular photo pages due to the
limited storage that is available. |
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4/12/03 Taken 10/20/01 The old brickwork, the unusual color combination, the angle of the light and shadow -- all seemed to be asking the photographer to record them. Time mutes its relentless drumbeat. |
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9/1/2001 Light paints the material world, and lifts it from the everlasting darkness. So much is the plain truth, but it sometimes renders flat and dull what we know to be jewel-like, and it can do the reverse. Here a plain gray-black tarpaper roof transmutes to a brilliant copper straight from the furnace. |
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9/1/2001 Barns are the personal cathedrals of the common man. The painter and photographer love them and regret the passing of the old ones. This one seems to be both old and new, and it satisfies an appreciation for abstract elements of design and their lights and shadows. |
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9/1/2001 Why I find this quiet little block of a building, that time and the attention of humanity have passed by, so appealing, I cannot say, but I have returned to it over and over. |
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11/12/01 Hilly country is interesting country, both to live in and
to photograph. These cheerful older homes marching up the slope in
the sunshine could not be passed by by this photographer. As you can
see, the angles confused the lens fairly badly, but you can correct the perspective
mentally :^) |
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10/22/2001 Sometimes the photographer bustles about in search of the quarry and a little wind stirs the hair and, between one heartbeat and another, there is an accord drawn up and signed between the observor and the observee to the effect the former will agree to cease being an ass, and the latter will desist from being beyond perception. |
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10/12/2002 Give these bricks a light rain and they will try to reflect building and sky, and at the same time show themselves more deeply than on drier, dustier days. Hasn't everyone seen such a view, at a glance, while hurrying by? And hasn't the image remained in the mind longer than what was hurried toward? |
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10/22/2001 This little guy seemed sad and neglected, and possibly ill-used -- I don't really know. He was shy, but interested. Strange, isn't it, that some of us must live on the grim side of existence for no reason at all. And stranger still, when beauty flowers there anyway. |
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10/22/2001 By contrast with the previous, this fellow is massive, strong, vigourous, in the prime of life, and though this horse may labor hard for life's lot, there is a place, a role, friends, and a safe place to sleep. |
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9/1/2001 Bindweed is, so gardeners tell me, an enemy of order and, possibly, civilization itself. But I found this plant off by its lonesome climbing up an old telephone pole, not bothering anyone. The flower has a "classic" symplicity -- it is hard to see here the horribleness of this plant. I have heard it said that weeds are plants that colonize after disasters, and if they hound man and his works -- what then! |
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| Posted 4/20/2003 Taken
8/14/2001 As may be gathered by now, there is a fascination with birds in general, ducks in particular, and flying ducks are one of the delights. |
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