November 2011
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Street Portraiture
The six photos below represent a small sampling of my father’s street portraiture. Obviously, most of his ‘portraits’ are done on the street—and I use the term portraiture loosely. The photo, Blind Harp Player, is, according to my father, one of his all-time favorites. It may become one of mine, but only time will tell. It’s a classic portrait type: a fleeting moment...
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Architecture and the Environment
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An Introduction
                                                              The Lineup, Easter Island, 1975                                                                         Woman, Pisac, Peru, 1976                                                      A View Through the Archway, Taj Mahal, India, 1976                                                                          Tibetan Monk, Kathmandu,...
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The Project
In the 1970s my father traveled the world. From the Andes to Afghanistan he visited some of the world’s most difficult-to-access locales—or so he claimed. My tendency towards skepticism was inflated because I knew what my father was up to in the seventies. His not-so sober memories coupled with forty years of elapsed time didn’t exactly incline me to believe him. Did he really...
Nov 10th
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