We live near an erratic creek. It rises and falls and freezes and thaws at the slightest provocation. Yesterday’s mild air had softened the icy surface causing it to emit an aqua glow. Along the surface, where puddles had formed midday, intricate geometric patterns emerged from the refreeze and drew my eye to objects engulfed in the transformation.

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16/365: twigs in ice

01.11.13 something I saw in the mirror

Sometimes photography has nothing to do with documenting reality. The camera and darkroom are tools, as malleable as clay and just as suited to unreality as any other medium. The tools are merely a conduit, a means of expressing the vision of the mind’s eye.

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