"While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see." - Dorothea Lange

Friday, June 29

End of the Road ~ 4/20/07

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Thursday, June 28

Stairs ~ 4/4/07

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Wednesday, June 27

For Lara ~ 4/20/07

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Tuesday, June 26

Brake Lights ~ 4/4/07

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Monday, June 25

Economy ~ 4/20/07

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Friday, June 22

Crosswalk ~ 4/4/07

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Thursday, June 21

Light Cloud ~ 4/4/07

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Wednesday, June 20

Through A Dirty Window Brightly ~ 4/4/07

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Tuesday, June 19

Street Level ~ 4/4/07

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Monday, June 18

Flag Pole ~ 4/20/07

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Friday, June 15

Rectangle, Triangle, Circle, Circle ~ 4/20/07

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Thursday, June 14

A Little Bird Told Me ~ 4/20/07

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Wednesday, June 13

Pierce ~ 4/20/07

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Tuesday, June 12

Produce ~ 4/20/07

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Monday, June 11

6-40 ~ 4/20/07

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Thursday, June 7

Dog Walker ~ 4/20/07

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Wednesday, June 6

Over 3 Tons ~ 4/20/07

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Tuesday, June 5

35 ~ 4/20/07

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Monday, June 4

X Marks The Spot ~ 3/18/07

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Saturday, June 2

Some see things the way they are and ask, "Why?" I dream things that never were, and ask "Why not?" - George Bernard Shaw
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Friday, June 1

Octaview ~ 3/17/07

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