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Hey Dana I found your site on the “Tell Us About Yourself” post on DPS. I just wanted to leave a comment and let you know that you have some pretty awesome pictures here I love this sign I think it’s hilarious.
Hope you have a wonderful Friday! I’ll try and check back on occasion to see what else you come up with!
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lol! lululemonluvit.
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This is in my home state of Maryland.
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this is awesome. where is it?
I have done a lot of prints for clients over the past couple years, but it has been about that long since I bought a print to hang on my walls. This week, I received a big one. On a canvas that is 30″ wide and 45″ tall (the image below shows the print sitting in my office chair). A picture of a picture can’t ever do justice, but the original image can be seen in a recent post on my trip to Zermatt. And it came from a compact camera: the Panasonic GF-1. You may have seen or heard me raving about this camera before. I do love it. I can take it just about anywhere without needing a neck massage at the end of the day, its low light capability is amazing for a camera of its size (thanks to a very large sensor and a super fast lens), the images I got are nearly as good as what my DSLR could produce, and it has a great feel. But a very important final test for me was how it stood up to large printing. I couldn’t be more pleased.
Maryland isn’t exactly a big state. But when I went home to visit my parents last weekend, my mom and I ended up somewhere that I hadn’t even heard of. Annmarie Sculpture Gardens in Dowell, MD was our first stop. Dowell? Anyone? Anyone? The grounds were beautiful and dotted with some REALLY cool pieces. Somehow I managed to thread the needle between blizzards this weekend, so the weather turned out great, even if it was a little cold for a soft Californian. Afterward, we kept going south to Solomons, MD, a town so narrow that I could see water within a stone’s throw on each side. Solomons offered up some great light and a couple of really cool shots (including the seagull, one of my favorite serendipitous shots in a while).
This sculpture is one of the most amazing pieces I’ve ever seen. These three cubes rotate in the wind. Each side of each cube is actually flat, gray metal that has been polished with an abrasive to give it a texture. At the right time of day, as the sun sets it hits a red building that is over my right shoulder. The streaks of light come from the sun reflecting off of the building’s second story windows. The red hue comes from the sun’s reflection off of the red wall. But it only happens when the cube has rotated into the right position. Amazing.
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Gilman posted a link to your blog, and I found my way over here . . .just had to comment on how GORGEOUS your photos are. I love the last one on this post so so much, but they are all breathtaking. Wow!!!!
I’m a new parent at Gilman (we just moved here) with two boys enrolled so I also enjoyed the post on that topic ;). But your photos – – just breathtaking.
One of the best things that happened to me as a child was being sent to Gilman School. Outside of my parents, Gilman laid the foundation for my life to this point, and the further I get from my time there, the closer I feel to the place. Maybe I just appreciate it more as I get older. So I was really so excited to attend its San Francisco alumni event last week. A few fellow alums and I grabbed dinner after the event. Tim Holley came along. Mr Holley, as he will always be known to me, is on the left. He is also a Gilman alum and has been a teacher there for nearly three decades (he’s not really aging). I also wrote about him last year when I went by the school for a drop-in visit. He taught each of us African American Literature. He coached each of us in baseball or basketball. And he still cares very much about what and how we are doing today. Sitting at dinner, catching one another up on the guys who weren’t present, listening to Mr. Holley’s remembrances of less mature versions of ourselves, I kept thinking about how fortunate we were to have teachers like him. I wish every child had a Mr. Holley at school. And a Gilman.
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