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When it is Snowing Cont.

Man without a Home
View from Salt Lake's Public Library
Cabin Mid-mountain
Evergreens
A twig
A Bach Fugue
South Facing Aspect of Telephone Pole Pass and Poem
Muscial Notation
Snowy Slopes
Jude
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When it is snowing

Sorrow is this Mountain’s Sleeping Bear

When it is snowing yet again

So come, my friend, let us climb once more

Up steeps slopes under their winter coats

 

And not wait for Persephone’s return

With Spring’s promise of warm lit days

For what is more certain

Than the light revelry in our midst?

AE

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Initial Impressions from Places Wild

First Impression
First Impressions of The Wasatch Mountain Range
Capital
Amber Rae and the Capital Building of Salt Lake
5;08
5:08 pm
After storm
After a Storm
Contrast
Around Sunset
Dark
Telephone Pole Pass
Overcast
Overcast
Library
At the Salt Lake Public Library

Library2

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Alas, In Gandhi’s Wake, The Book

This has been sometime in the pipeline. The photographs are mine, taken over the course of 26 days. The text was written by Tushar Gandhi, Mahatama Gandhi’s Great Grandson and director of the 2005 re-enactment of the Salt March. Take a look and if you like, you can order a copy at http://www.blurb.com/books/956012

in Gandhis Wake
Cover

 

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Recent Drawings

Self
Self Portrait
Arcs
Arcs and Straights
Peter
Peter
Beth
Beth and Buster
Ash
Ann Arbor, Michigan
Bambino
Bambino
Supper
Caravaggio's Supper at Emmaus on loan at the Chicago Art Institute
Madison
Madison, Wisconsin
Black Hills
Black Hills, South Dakota
Jackson
Jackson, Wyoming
Wyoming
Wyoming
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Operation: SOAML/TPRATWNLANWICDDTIHNL

Operation: Suck Out All the Marrow of Life/To Put to
Rout All That Was Not Life; And Not, When I Came to Die,
Discover That I Had Not Lived

In tribute to David Foster Wallace

The plan= To head west in a truck dubbed, John W. Silver and steer a
course to Utah via undetermined locations.

11-3-09-Madison to Wall, South Dakota to Wyoming. In Yellowstone at a late evening hour W. Blade drove past clouds of steam from nearby hot springs, clouds that captured the nearly full moon’s light and obstructed his view in eerie/delightful/twisting/playful forms. In Jackson, Wy, he connected with long lost friend Tito, before dropping down to Salt Lake along Rt 89.