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I always have a hard time choosing a favorite photograph. Each one has a special meaning and memories attached to it. I would enjoy hearing from any suggestions. A sort of contest, voting for your favorite.
Every photograph has a story, unique and precious. I took 25,000 photographs this summer and even for me this is a huge task to review them all. no one else would consider doing it. So like most of life it is a question of choices.
After a summer of photographing, I am faced with choosing what is best, favorite, touches your senses, tells a story. Naturally it depends on what is the goal, the story to be told. Almost every photograph I took has a story, a memory, a thought.
Crows have fascinated humans since the beginning of time. Throughout literature crows have played an important role. When young I had a crow which I tried to teach to talk. I convinced myself that it had indeed learned several words. I cannot tell you with any certainty that the crow actually did. I eventually let the crow free; he did have an enormous walk-in cage while in captivity.
Labor day weekend, the unofficial end to summer, and a moment of reflection on the summer that was. For us, it began on June 25, when we left Newport to drive to Los Angeles; arriving 5500 miles later. We enriched our view of the United States, still having seen only a small part of what the country has to offer. For my part, the greatest change was the west. It’s natural beauty and sheer vastness. It truly has a different scale of time, distance and size. It is hard to pinpoint the singular moments and places that most touched us.
It also marked our 40 wedding anniversary; a milestone that we were able to enjoy in a different way; crossing the country to see our children and grandchildren.