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Category: Photography, USA
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Today’s sunset was gorgeous. I took a similar picture on New Year’s Eve, 2002, at nearly the same spot.
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Archive for December 20th, 2006
20
Dec
2006
For Holly Yvonne
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Category: film photography
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Posting this on the fly. Click on the pic for description in Flickr.
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20
Dec
2006
Security in an Insecure World
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Category: USA, cameraphone
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Eighth Avenue, New York City
Security in an Insecure World, Version 2:
A different interpretation. I like the first one better.
More photos from today (thus far) are here.
Technorati tags: New York City, cameraphone, Nokia 6682
20
Dec
2006
Dear David: Month 12
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Category: Acts of Kindness, Letters to David, Widowhood
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Table of contents for Letters to David
- Dear David: Christmas Day
- Dear David: Your Memorial
- Dear David: Mister Hugh
- Dear David: Thanks for Helma
- Dear David: The Magnolia Tree
- Dear David: Month One
- Dear David: The Basement
- Dear David: When?
- Dear David: Month Two
- Dear David: Mister Hugh in the City
- Dear David: Month Three
- Dear David: Month Four
- Dear David: Month Five
- Dear David: Month Six
- Dear David: Month Seven
- Dear David: A Poem
- Dear David: Month Eight
- Dear David: Month Nine
- Dear David: Month 10
- Dear David: Month 11
- Dear David: Month 12
Dear David,
Remember when I took this photograph? It was spontaneous, our first portrait together, October 4, 2004. You were so amazed by this picture:
“I can’t believe that’s me, Gail! You took 10 years off me!”
You were wearing your favourite shirt: a black linen Cuban number, which — come to think of it — was so out of place in your aviation-themed wardrobe.
You said until you’d met me, you’d thought of yourself as an old man. I remember when you said it; it saddened me that you perceived yourself this way. Because I just thought you needed some adventure in your life, and a co-pilot who’d put her hand on your knee now and again. You agreed wholeheartedly, as I recall.
When you took me on our first outing — the Lackawanna Coal Mine Tour — and I pinched your bum in the darkness, you knew it was a done deal, right? I think you even yelped, and wore a huge perma-grin on your face despite the fact we were in the murky depths of a coal mine and the tour guide was narrating a grim story about child labour. Nobody understood why you were smiling.
I think that weekend caught both of us off-guard. In a good way.
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