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Harold E. Hansen, painter and printmaker of Wisconsin, born 1943,
on the wall of the ophthalmology department at my HMO yesterday.

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Does this mean that Christians are towed away, or that Christians will tow your car away? I waited and watched, but got no answer.

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Standing in my backyard the other day, watching the clouds. Took a picture—how could I resist? Then later, in the virtual darkroom, 
I spotted the contrail of an airplane far overhead. See below:


Been taking, making, developing pictures for sixty years now and I am still amazed and delighted.


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Springtime at Mark Saito's House

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People taking photographs tend to believe that the essential reality is captured at the moment of exposure. From painters and other visual artists, I learned that that is not true; it is an evolving process up to the last stroke by the artist—even after the picture is hung for display.

I recommend watching Timothy Spall's extraordinary portrayal of J.M.W. Turner in the 2014 movie Mr. Turner.

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This is the 21st Century.
Shouldn't we all be "free and accepted"?

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Paris Autoportrait, 2005

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R. Mark Woods





Mark lived in the small town of Perth, Ontario, Canada, and published the Web log ("blog") titled "Wood s Lot" for nearly a decade. It was a compilation (or aggregation, if you will) of posts found elsewhere on the Internet, primarily focused on exceptional writing and visual expression. I always found it very heartening to go there, and often passed it on to others.

But then it stopped—freeze frame—on 13 July 2016. I kept checking nearly every day, and worried that something had happened to Mark. [Wyeth is not a bad place to stop, but…] I sent him several e-mails but heard nothing back.

A big problem with what I call "virtual friendships" is that we really know so little. Mark didn't write about himself. The closest I came was in the photographs he made and posted on his blog. This was a sensitive and intelligent man, whom I wish I could have known better.

But my worst fear was realized, and his brother kindly wrote the other day to inform me of his death from cancer this month.

Damn! And double damn!

"Winter Swing" by Mark Woods

Although I didn't know you, I will miss you, Mark.


And thank you, ever so much, for sharing your spirit with us.

Tyler 


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My wife bought a scarf at the Bastille Market in Paris in 2009
and I fell in love with her again.

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Then and Now


I came across this in the newspaper twelve years ago, and it is even truer and sadder now.