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In the art of seeing, there are moments when life jumps into absolute clarity. Perhaps, the moment contains the sun as only dew can refract it or a moss descended from the first green of the world. Time stands and the world is new. The photograph holds these bits and pieces, images salvaged from those moments.
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posted: October 6, 2003 | by chelsie
My silver sugar bowl is one hundred and seventeen years old today. It has an aura of age, the silver glinting behind the gray-black patina. It is tarnished beyond any effort to polish it. For more than one hundred years, it had a mate, a creamer. They were like old friends or maybe old lovers. But the sugar bowl is alone now. [Click here to read more...]
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posted: January 28, 2002 | by chelsie
Sometimes in the early hours before the sun, I become aware of the birds in the shrubs outside. I am not asleep nor am I awake. The dark holds its own austerity. An incongruity haunts the hour, a thought attempts to span the millennia, and a dark regret sits in a corner staring at the soul. A pristine pond, a faultless place will pass out of existence. An old glass bottle was there. [Click here to read more...]
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posted: August 27, 2001 | by chelsie
I am a bird watcher, but not of the rabid ilk who are willing to freeze, burn, or serve as mosquito fodder. I prefer passive bird watching. Let 'em come to me; my patio is a very comfortable place. As with all things, this comfort requires a trade-off; I will probably never see a California condor from my chaise lounge. I was delighted one spring when several pairs of birds took up residency around my backyard. [Click here to read more...]
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posted: July 16, 2001 | by chelsie
For thousands of years, humans have been modifying the other life forms on this planet. It strikes me as odd that we have never thought about what we have done to the others or to the places where they live. We have changed animals and plants to suit ourselves, to suit our ideas of beauty, strength, speed, or productivity. In any generation, though, we don't really notice the difference. Secretariat looks much the same as Man O' War; poodles look much the same as the poodles did fifty years ago; and corn-on-the-cob is still corn-on-the-cob. [Click here to read more...]
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