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Sep.30.2011
I think everyone has at least one special image or photograph in their head that they pull up into their consciousness and experience it just from memory. Sometimes these may be images that bring back an unpleasant or even horrific experience...an image that they would want to forget if they could...
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Sep.30.2011
In this photo showing three generations of Conforti women on a boat, I am the one on the far left. See that girl in the large, dark sunglasses that are supposed to make her look like Jackie Onassis? That’s me. It was the early ‘90s, and I was a desperate, needy, insecure college student who had...
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Sep.30.2011
Our precious eyes frame the world. Light enters, infused with information about objects and the space they occupy. The information is narrowed down, focused by the lens, which then beams the light onto photoreceptive cells glued together in the retina at the back of the eye, where the light is...
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Sep.29.2011
I was the voyeur. A voyeur with an unwieldy bad camera. After having shot the lakes, the hills, the greens, and posed near all of these, the background to the background, the carrier of memory, the lushness of the Meghalaya village in North East India, where huts are built on stilts, brought home...
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Sep.29.2011
Like riding a bicycle, turning cartwheels is a permanent skill. Can always be perfected, can't be un-learned. Here's the learning process (below, with my sister Mimi), in my Ashland, Virginia back yard, circa 1944. Some 50 years later, thinking it seemed an interesting thing to do, I called...
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Sep.29.2011
Mom left Dad, again, and we were driving from East Texas to New Mexico. There was a horrible accident on the flatlands, and Mom pulled over to do the looky-lou thing. I might have been...
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Sep.29.2011
I had hoped to show you a picture of me and my cousins, back in the day, all dressed up in Zoot suits the day before they drowned in the Potomac. But my sister has that picture now.
Then I thought I’d show you a picture of me at age 12, sitting next to my girlfriend Frankie, on the back steps of my...
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Sep.28.2011
I have so many favorite photos, mostly old, the new too new to love just yet. The old photos bring me sometimes to a past older than my own, to a moment in time caught and held and perfect in that fraction of an instant. No one knows what will happen a day, week, year later. No...
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Sep.28.2011
The sentinel of the Sierra, a Ponderosa, guards the trailhead to the mother of all mountains - Whitney - at 14,500 feet, the highest peak in the lower 48 states. In the spring of 1986 I caught this scene one mid morning on my way to Lone Pine Lake, a mere two and a half miles up the trail....
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Sep.28.2011
My grandfather and me
This is one of my favorite photos. The picture is faded, but the memory is still very clear over forty years later.
The gentleman in the tuxedo is my beloved grandfather, George C. Talbert. "Pop-Pop" was one of the most important people in my life. Living five...
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