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Indian River Marina: A Melancholy Metaphor

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  “ No, you don't shoot things. You capture them. Photography means painting with light. And that's what you do. You paint a picture only by adding light to the things you see. ”  - Katja Michael     It's astonishing the number of massacres using firearms there have been since the despicable racist attack at a grocery store in my hometown of Buffalo. I can't include them all here since there's too many.      Everyone is aware and sickened by the attack at the elementary school in Uvalde, Texas, but there were also people shot in Philadelphia by a man on a mountain bike, six shot in Alabama at a graduation party, a mother and her three young children were shot and killed by the mother's step-father in Michigan, six people were shot near the Tennessee Aquarium in Chattanooga, four people were shot in Colorado Springs, Colorado, four people were shot and one of them killed in a shooting in Fresno, California, four people were shot at a house party in Mala...

Detritus: Something New Arising

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  “ To consult the rules of composition before making a picture is a little like consulting the law of gravitation before going for a walk. ”  - Edward Weston      This image is the last of three making up my first triptych. In case you're still wondering what a triptych is, allow me to explain. Historically, it is a type of art composed of three related pieces, usually panel paintings, which were hinged together such that they could fold or be allowed to stand upright on their own, often for use at the altars of churches in the Middle Ages. The middle panel was generally the largest, although today that's not necessarily the case.      A modern triptych can mean anything composed of three parts, but in my case, it's three photographs that are related to each other and that together tell a story. The first part of this triptych is an image I called   Vertigo . The second is called Residuum . Here, then is photograph number three of my first t...