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Fall evening, Brunswick, ME | October 17, 2006

(518 seconds at f/8, click for larger.) My first attempt at capturing star trails, on a night up in Maine with the most stars I’ve ever seen. See Dan Heller for some much more successful examples.

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What the fluff? | September 30, 2006

Photos from What the Fluff?: A Tribute to Union Square Invention.

What the Fluff sign
Hypothesis: marshmallow fluff does not conduct electricity.
The Fluferettes

What the fluff?
A very sticky kiddie pool

This tug-of-war will end badly.

uh oh...

Faceplant

Look at me, Mom!

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Tzfat | January 13, 2005

The “artist’s colony” at Tzfat was quite an experience. Art is on display everywhere, though most of the artists are hidden (locked in their basements painting, one imagines). You let yourself in to someone’s house/gallery, look around, and then move on. In some cases the whole house is taken up by art, so the living spaces are outisde—you see mattress, fridge, table, all out in the back yard. It’s all strikingly beautiful, but also kind of eerie and voyeuristic, which is what I tried to capture with my pictures of the town.

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Pointer | December 6, 2003

Jonathon Delacour quotes John Szarkowski on photography:

As a way of beginning, one might compare the art of photography to the act of pointing. All of us, even the best-mannered of us, occasionally point, and it must be true that some of us point to more interesting facts, events, circumstances, and configurations than others. It is not difficult to imagine a person—a mute Virgil of the corporeal world—who might elevate the act of pointing to a creative plane, a person who would lead us through the fields and streets and indicate a sequence of phenomena and aspects that would be beautiful, humorous, morally instructive, cleverly ordered, mysterious, or astonishing, once brought to our attention, but that had been unseen before, or seen dumbly, without comprehension. This talented practitioner of the new discipline (the discipline a cross, perhaps, between theater and criticism) would perform with a special grace, sense of timing, narrative sweep, and wit, thus endowing the act not merely with intelligence, but with that quality of formal rigor that identifies a work of art, so that we would be uncertain, when remembering the adventure of the tour, how much of our pleasure and sense of enlargement had come from the things pointed to and how much from a pattern created by the pointer.

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Woops! | August 15, 2003

Candies brought back from Australia by a cousin:

Aussie Wildlife Treats: Wombat Woops! and Koala Doo.

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Lately | August 11, 2003

New photographs: Cape Cod, Camping.

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Reflection | June 16, 2003

I submitted myself to The Mirror Project today. It’s more of me than you ever wanted to see.

Update: “Congratulations! Your photo has been added to The Mirror Project.”

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“All of us under its spell,
we know that it’s probably magic.…

Have you been half asleep
and have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it.
It’s something that I’m supposed to be.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.”

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