Sunday, November 7, 2010


On the dog walk this early A.M., I took photos of the dog on the path--the abandoned rail right-of-way we are wont to frequent--always the path with vegatation on either side (spring, summer, autumn, winter) the path disappearing in a convergance at infinity.  I have been taking this same photo for the past 161 years--the lives of three dogs.  None of these dog photos were taken for money nor do they qualify, even in my inflated view of my own work, as art.

The other photo I have been taking for 50 human years is of a lone tree in an empty field.

These two types of photos are the sum total of motifs that reoccur in my photography.  Two.

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