Stuck in traffic on the way home - I don't know what they might have offered to soothe my weary body and spirit inside here, but believe me, if I could have jumped out of the car and stocked up on some supplies, I would have done.
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- garden shopping
- an arrangement of animals
- a sorrowful farewell to a cushion. Maybe.
- the strelitzia
- flower vases
- morning clouds
- Moth welcomes us back!
- March For Our Lives, Santa Fe
- strangely folded clouds
- passion fruit
- prayer flags
- an inspired lunch
- inspecting the compost
- leaving and arriving
- two versions of Wimbledon spring
- back in an old stomping ground
- one last seaside morning
- the English seaside
- falling asleep to the sound of the waves
- a final blast from NYC
- new york forms
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- an unexpected view (and a genuine homage to Americ...
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- on not being able to photograph smell
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About Me
- Kate
- This blog began as Facebook notes - a challenge to myself to take, post, and write about a photograph a day. In turn, this grew out of a research project on "Writing and Photography" - that morphed into "Flash! Photography, Writing, and Surprising Illumination." I found that I preferred taking photographs and writing about them in this short and experimental form to researching the topic. The writing functions in part as an experiment in autobiography, drawing on the relationship between photography, memory, and association. But it's also linked to pedagogy: in the spring of 2009, I taught an undergraduate course on "Writing and Photography" that determined, from time to time, the direction taken by the entries. Over time - FTBL is now on its ninth year - it's turned into an art project: when I've (I hope!) photographed and written daily for ten years, I'm going to write about and analyze the whole experience.
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