oh dearby
jmritzComment by ubique: John, I love your stuff better than anyone's at DPC. Artist with camera, camera as charcoal. You and Jan Blessing stand alone (well, together alone) in that rare genre.
And the titles; your titles are the most breathtakingly economical poetry, and lose nothing in the enforced brevity. I'd renew my membership just for your titles.
So, here my immediate thought, in each case:

My heart plunges, and rises. A photograph with its own tremolo arm.

Oh, where are the snows of yesteryear?

I will be there. You just wait; I will be.

A soul falls, swoops, screaming and sparking.

Where now are the empty footsteps, the invisible shadows? What, am I alone?

Good Grief! What a picture, what a composition, what a sublime orchestration of tones and shapes and a single breath. Not a pixel too much or too few. Bloody miraculous.

Small smile at Winogrand. Big smile back, I imagine.

Thank God you made a noise.

Dorothea Lange's picture, from a different point-of-view.

Yes. No. Maybe. You can't say no, even crucified and all.

O say can you see?

Hey Joe.
Hey Joe ... That's probably it, the reason we connect; we two are of an age, teenagers in the 60s. Not much stuck to us after that.
Thank you.
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