As the days grow shorter and the texture rougher a metaphor for old age. Yet just a few days and the solstice arrives and a new age begins light, sweet emotional light to tell tales, inspire thoughts of spring at a couple minutes of of light each day. I know that warmth is months away but the light is what I am about. But I still miss the darkroom. enjoy pjc
Photographic Art Childhood Stories
My work can be seen at these two galleries in December, “Blizzard Group Show at Gallery At the Wauregan and PhotoSynthesis Members Show or contact me Many inexpensive prints for gifts or January shredder
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