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Laura
Seeing. Taking pictures and the sensibility of openness it can bring me. Moving from seeing small to perceiving an enlarging sense of a bigger gestalt. Noticing how colors change and how light moves in and around... More »
Laura
I was once given advice by an Indian who was very much worried about my preoccupation with words. "You must learn to look at the world twice," he told me as I sat on the... More »
Laura
Don't think. See. --Bhante Henepola Gunaratana, from Mindfulness in Plain English
Laura
I discovered his photographs when I was walking across North Campus at the University of Georgia back in 95 or 96. There was this big exhibit of Russian icons and then Bristol's photographs. He worked... More »
Laura
Most days, when stilled or slowed by Waiting, when progress pauses And my engine idles at red lights Or I stand in line, My mind collects and condenses a restless storied catalogue Of histories, inventories,... More »
Laura
I work from awkwardness. By that I mean I don't like to arrange things. If I stand in front of something, instead of arranging it, I arrange myself. -Diane Arbus yes, that's it. the place... More »
Laura
No doubt about it.
Laura
When I go out walking in the evening I like to pay attention to the ordinary beauty of what I see, the color of the sky and the entanglement of bare branches in a powerline... More »
Laura
Probably it's the dream where I'm walking in a dense green forest and am surrounded by calm currents of colored breeze. white lights shine in the trees and I can see the whirl of a... More »
Laura
The Incomprehensible Ingredients of Fire Dear Christopher Smart, I saw on the map today that Shipbourne where you were born is on the Medway, downstream from where I live in Forest Row. It... More »
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