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Marching forth with my imperfect images, ready to crop and spot with vigor.
What it is all about
This blog is an experiment of sorts. It is an exercise in simplicity, and an appreciation of the process of photography. These are my images, without any retouching or cropping. They have been scanned and rotated, but nothing more.
Comments and advice are quite welcome!
Clicking on an image usually opens a larger version of it.
About Me
Blog Archive
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2008
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April
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- #46: Washing Dishes
- #45: Meditating
- #44: Taking a Picture
- #43: Questionable Bath House
- #42: On the way
- #41: Beach Blowout?
- #40: Sea Tree
- #39: Sunday in Color
- #38: Feet in Infrared
- #37: Shoes
- #36: Hands and a Stump
- #35: Hand in Shadow
- #34: In Memory of Peabody, Ethel and Trotsky
- #33: Mine and Ellen's
- #32: Grass in Infrared
- #31: Column
- #30: Water
- #29: Sunday in Color
- #28: Boris looks at me, and then I run.
- #27: Walking the Goat
- #26: Admiring the Baby
- #25: A Brand New Baby Goat
- #24: Goats Are Always Moving
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April
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4 comments:
How did you get him ( or her) to literally pose for the camera?
You have to be quick. They run away at the slightest movement. If you make any sudden movements that do not involve fleeing, the goats either trot the other way, or come at you with a villainous fervency.
The male goats have big Satan horns like Boris here, whereas females such as Natasha have smaller, slightly less evil protrusions.
Did I mentions I dislike goats with an absurd passion? They are hideous beasts that eat everything within reach, poop everywhere, and devour your soul.
But my mother likes them!
I would run too if I had a goat with diabolical eyes!
;)
What a great expression!
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