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- The Fall of Icarus: the ingenious wing
- fall fruit or genitalia
- Old Love: when sharpness and separtion supplant
- what Virginia Woolf saw one afternoon in Gordon Sq...
- The Pysche Bruised: one of many wounds
- three points of view, three minds, at least: Wotto...
- Then and Now
- For Aesop: May 8, 1997--September 21, 2009
- Mating Manners: doing what comes nturally
- Fall: signs of the season
- of course it hurts: membranes tear and reveal wha...
- The Sign of the Skate Park in Tenafly, New Jersey,...
- I exist but without sensation
- shadows of the past: artifacts dematerealized
- the appearance of water but is it water? if not wh...
- "Passion" said Lytton Strachey
- Linear Perspective or Scientific Perspective: an e...
- Rose Rosen: in memoriam, my dear grandmother
- A contradiciton? Motion and Static
- Self Portrait: National Gallery of Art, London
- Carrots: homely fare on the kitchen board
- September 1, 2010: a new start, with Bess
- August 2010 ends
- A Cigar in Rhinebeck, New York: could this be Samu...
- Pollution, Tenafly, New Jersey 07670. August 30, 2010
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4 comments:
Probably not my cigar, Susan -- not if the picture was taken in 2010. I quit smoking cigars about 20 years ago.
S. R.
SR, Of course not yours, and I am glad to learn that decades have passed since last you inhaled the deadly smoke. I had fun with the composition-there it was, self made- and memories of time[s] past. I was returning from Olana, which I visit throughout the year, and happened upon the cigar. No harm meant, of course.
SR
I quit not because the smoke was deadly, but because cigars were becoming fashionable.
I like your photos. Found your other website. Art history. Excellent!
"Time[s] past." Des temps could be either time or times (or weather for that matter) perdu, not exactly "past," time lost, times lost.
S. R.
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