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From my "Ramblings," September 20, 1992:
On
a very cold, brisk and bright sunny day, September 12, 1992, a short stop
along the Big Thompson Canyon, headed for Estes Park, seemed to be the
thing to do. During that hour among the heavy rocks, boulders, and rushing
waters, I realized what MW had known for years, and that realization and
feeling and knowing I attribute directly to K.B. and our relationship.
For I believe without that, Id have continued floundering about
in photography, not really knowing where I was or headed.
Yesterday I made two prints
from those negatives; feet in water, and rushing water and rocks along
the shore. That evening I cut mats and hinged the prints to them, then
attached the mats to mounting boards. I've titled them Minor White
Returns, Sequence #1. Tonight I made an additional four prints from
as many negs. Theyll be sequenced with the first two. It, the Sequence,
is my strongest one yet, and I believe, for me, a knowing, which has long
eluded me.
My audience is limited
for the images are ethereal. From MWs Visual Communication's class
at RIT back in 1962-3 re: audience response there can be no prediction.
Those who see the equivalents see them, those who dont, dont.
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