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Author Archives: joel
Do Notice the Bird
We did laundry at a (chaotic) local laundromat, then got our power back around mid-day. We checked out of the hotel, unhooked Joan’s brother’s generator, and finished preparing for Christmas.
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Bridge Street Bridge, Portland, Michigan
So ignore the modern cars and the 1990 footings. Pretend it’s 1905 and travel back in time.
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Ice Storm
Things look bizarre–and beautiful–when everything’s coated with ice.
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Wet & Chilly
“I’d spent the night in Kalamazoo, and the day’s 366 Snaps shots documented my drive home. The weather was abysmal, and the photographs show villages in the rain.”
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Taffy in the Window #1
This, folks, is the first photograph I ever took with a digital camera. It’s a bit over-exposed, but my first photos are rarely this good….
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Snow on the Island Park Bridge
Grand Ledge. Foot bridges are rarely this sturdy.
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Kitties Like Christmas Trees
And tree skirts. Our cats do, anyway.
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I’ll Be Home for Christmas
My Cam Ranh photos are the earliest I’m confident I can date. One (it’s of the parade ground) was taken on the 14th, four (more or less like this) were taken on the 15th, and three were shots taken through our airplane’s window of the sun rising over the Pacific on the 16th.
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