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One of those boring essays about the nature of photography.
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One of those boring essays about the nature of photography.
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Sunday, March 17, 2013
The practice of photography can be like fashion. Or it can be a life long linear process.
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A display in the window of the Nespresso Shop on Newberry. As I sat trapped in a coach seat on an aged and tattered American Airl...
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