Willa Catha's grave. Keene, N.H.
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Willa Cather’s grave
Even without having read much of Willa Cather's work, I felt honored to stand at her resting place contemplating her creative spirit . It was October and the long afternoon leaf shadows swayed as if brushing the tombstone.
Sunglasses had just fallen from the woman's face whose shadow crosses the stone . The brightness and color of the glasses annoyed me when I first saw this color slide. It was many years later when the photo again looked fresh to me that I realized why I let them be part of the frame. Besides the worn stone, the blue sky reflection with clouds passing by was yet another indicator of the inescapable passing of time.
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Angel
Wings and roses in stone. Do people still erect grandiose markers like this?
Nightstand
One of the first things I spent money on after my first job was for memberships in mystery and science fiction book clubs. I sometimes enjoyed reading by candlelight accompanied with this high-intensity lamp on my nightstand.
Urban decay
Serendipity called when this hurried couple entered the scene.
Martini
Plump olives, a splash of color and an orchid shirt. If it seems a fuzzy, so was I.
Sculpture garden
More purple from a sculpture garden in D.C. Did someone add their own art to this sphere, or did the artist present it that way?
Cape Cod beach plum
Another purple sphere with artwork added by the sun.
New Hampshire magic
A ceramic chick takes its first breath of sunshine.
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GRACE (not verified)
these photos detail our humanity through objects. Thank you
Grace (not verified)
I gave Maria that yellow ceramic chick
Dan Murano
No wonder it breathes light.
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