Friday, April 21, 2006

'To the last big customer who ever lived...' Posted by Picasa

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Speed, and the division of light in time. Posted by Picasa

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'Some artist's lines, with pen and spark, hung high against the earthen sky.' Posted by Picasa

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'I opened my eyes one day, and realized I could paint a picture of my world, all brushes aside.' Posted by Picasa

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Thursday, April 06, 2006

The old fireplace in Mr. Roebling's house. Posted by Picasa

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'This circuitry is of something foreign, something false, something not real - an illusion of no real strength.' Posted by Picasa

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'I wonder as I wander' Posted by Picasa

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'What is this image that I hold to myself - the falling and the seeing of the eye and all the things it grasps and reports? What atmosphere is it which holds me, human, here?' Posted by Picasa

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