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Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind. — so beautifully worded by Hawthorne
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Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind. — so beautifully worded by Hawthorne
…this structure; once used as a gas station, resembles one where my parents drove away and left me while we were on a vacation when I was approximately three years old. and don’t try to tell me, “but i…
a vine of hearts do you see it ? I don’t go out looking for pictures. I go out, and if something catches my eye, that’s reason enough to photograph it. — Henry Wessel said that
The taint of age can be very beautiful. The wreckage of man-made objects is something more beautiful than the new. Rust and weathering adds a patina of elegant gorp. — Brett Weston said that
the structure on the right is an old milk parlor for milking cows, but now the farm serves only two purposes. the owner rents the house to one person and the land to another who bales the hay. when…
yes, it is a crude pipe in a soft, grassy field out of place for certain. sometimes people are totally out of place. “I have the consolation of having added nothing to my private fortune during my public…
Wynn Bullock said, “As I became aware that all things have unique spatial and temporal qualities which visually define and relate them, I began to perceive the things I was photographing not as objects but as events. Working to…
…in dextrose more C6H12O6 because everyone needs to load up on that, she said with a straight face Imagination is a licensed trespasser: it has no fear of dogs, but may climb over walls and peep in at windows…
Since the beginning, Americans have raced toward the horizon: building, rebuilding, and discarding. All across America we have left abandoned, like carcasses after the feast, that which only yesterday was state-of-the-art invention. — David Plowden said that
Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. There was a huge fire-place in the room into which they walked, and the chimney was blackened with smoke; but no warm…