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2mccsComment by ubique: It's now more than two years since I first looked at this picture. I still think of it often. I actually do hear the thin and distorted marching music, broadcast through a cheap public address system, displaced slightly in time from what I'm seeing. As if the visuals and the audio have slipped slightly out of synch.
It's one of the tiny treasure trove of pictures on DPC that I most revere because it is so effortlessly evocative. It is unmistakably a picture from my own history, depicting an event I never attended at a place I have never been. And yet it is me. It is my history, my memory, my picture.
It's not a picture of a thing. It is what I said in the section of my original comment entitled "Documentary v Recollection". That is, it is an echo of a thing. And it's the
echo that has the indelible meaning, and not the thing.
Everything that makes photographs magical is in this one. So rare, so perfect, so beautiful. Marla, thank you.
Message edited by author 2017-08-21 03:43:06. 
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