the world disappears the heart opens
Message to the dead. First smoke of spring.

Author: WmX

I stumbled off the track to success in 1968, started chasing shadows that summer. Since then, In addition to farm-laborer and newspaper photographer my occupational incarnations include dishwasher, janitor, retail photo clerk, plumber, HVAC repairman, auto mechanic, CAT scan technologist, computer worker and politico (whatever it takes to buy a camera.) I am on the road to understanding black and white photography.

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  1. This photograph seems a perfect example of finding wonder and awe as the wise folk are counselling us to do in order to maintain a joyful, peaceful and loving countenance. Thanks.

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