Our darling Moth. This is what I woke up to this morning. She has her demands, her feelings, her completely correct feeling that (despite Gramsci) she is now Cat #1. And so she is.
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- generational contrasts
- flower against cloud
- pond water
- Apple(s)
- The Wandle
- a misty garden - and Cornelia Parker at the Tate
- tomato harvest
- pathetic paws
- walk - urban and rural
- seen at the Huntington
- back yard corner
- sea view
- meeting Dimitri! (not ours!)
- LA French dining
- road warriors
- Missing them already ...
- dawn patrol redux
- A dog pic. And my toes.
- a railroad passenger
- the warring flags of Eldorado
- Breakfast. Now.
- trumpeting
- marigold stripes
- Mexican sunflowers
- and still it didn't rain
- summer dinner!
- early August greenery
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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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