The world was surely a very different place... yet I can't help but believe people themselves weren't that dissimilar from who they are now.
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THROUGH MY LENS: The things they carried
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THROUGH MY LENS: lion on the hill
He seemed a lion born in a time of peace, meant to enjoy his time in the sun.
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Death Valley: Wherever You Go, There You Are
There is almost no place to hide in the desert. It is open, honest, impartial...soft as sand and hard as stone.
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: strange loves
It's only until recently that i think I am finally relaxing into who I am, and into who I will become.
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THROUGH MY LENS: smoke and mirrors
We just need to open our eyes and look ourselves and each other straight in the eye, asking, who do we truly want to be?
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THROUGH MY LENS: gallery girl
On my way home from the Bedlam Farm Open House last Saturday, I stopped in at the opening reception for the Landscapes for Landsake charity art show, where proceeds from the sale of artwork go …
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THROUGH MY LENS: evening flight
I am usually sitting outside with my coffee or somewhere in the yard when I hear their strange kind of bellowing sound, like the breathing of a giant bird. Then everywhere dogs begin to bark. After that I know what it is coming my way...
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THROUGH MY LENS: delightful Dahlias
For all the flowers I’ve grown in my gardens over the years, dahlias have not been among them. Too frilly, too fussy, I always thought. Most annuals, in fact, are not my cup of tea. …
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THROUGH MY LENS: bell of the ball
Last year I was sure it was dead. But this spring new growth appeared on it's meager remaining stems, and then the heads of two small buds followed...
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THROUGH MY LENS: blue sunrise
I can hear the gentle rush of the morning surf and the calls of seagulls. I feel the chill, damp of the wind whipping past. And I can even taste the salty air in my mouth.
