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Category Archives: Black and White

AYDEN, BONE-SLAPPER

INTRODUCTIONS

Babygirl got an early Christmas present from a grandmother who can’t help herself. The Glo Worm has been a part of infancy since 1982, and while my own diaper days preceded that, I’m glad Hazel’s haven’t. She is endlessly fascinated by this shining little musical bug.

FRENCH FOR PEEKABOO

MY TAKE ON THE AMERICAN WEST

I may be doing Richard Avedon a disservice by making the comparison, but this is my place and not his. And he’s dead.

CITY OF INDUSTRY

SPRUNG

As a camera-toting fan of this world, there are days when nothing is more appealing to my eye than the cold, gruff steel of heavy equipment.
There’s a long dead-end road nearby that I’ve been passing now for two years, each time wondering just what I might find way down at that dead end. Last week [...]

ALONG CAME A DAISY

Daisies happen to be a favorite flower of mine. I love them for their slender simplicity and the pop of their primary colors. Yes, I know white is not a color, but if white is not primary, then what is? I tend to think of daisies as a sunflower lite. All the beauty, half the [...]