Category: photography
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September 23, 2014 / Haiku exercise Haiku #1 River curves away Blue sky sweeps above, cloudless iphone memory I am trying not to feel like I have to pin beauty down, like a butterfly to a board. But I can’t seem to stop. Another haiku? Haiku #2 Captured river, caught Pinned down, like a butterfly…
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Yesterday morning at seven-thirty, I went for a walk. The sun was streaming down Evanswood, turning the street into a golden river of light. Across that river, in the neighbor’s front yard, a trio of deer placidly munched hostas, unbothered by the dog walkers and the pack of school children milling at the…
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If you’re from the Midwest, it’s hard to imagine the colors at Ghost Ranch. Even if you’ve seen Georgia O’Keefe’s paintings and dozens of beautiful photographs. My Ohio home, lush as it is, looks faded in comparison, dully monochromatic. I feel like I’ve been colorblind until now, and am suddenly cured. New Mexico is red-orange…
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“It is all very beautiful and magical here–a quality which cannot be described. You have to live it and breathe it, let the sun bake it into you. The skies and land are so enormous, and the detail so precise and exquisite that wherever you are you are isolated in a glowing…
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Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? –Edgar Allen Poe In 1849, Poe wrote, “It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.” Dreams, in other words, could be viewed as endless…
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