I B.L.O.G.

The true meaning of blogging had been eluding me for quite a while, now, Mr. Anderson. In one life, a blogger works for a respectable company, has a social security number, pays his taxes and helps his landlady carry her garbage. The other life is lived on computers where he goes by a mysterious alias…

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Blur

Walking a thin grayed line, a blunt razor’s edge posing no real threat, he stands with one foot in the sun and the other lost in the deep shadows of relentless darkness. Life unfolds before his weary eyes on seemingly hand-colored monochrome stock, sketchy and jumpy, remake of an old classic. It feels surreal and…

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Glimpses of spring

Spring came in through the back door this year, silently and without glamour. I never went on long flower shoot excursions and Abe was content taking these pictures a few streets from home. Still, there are flowers everywhere. It’s time to smell them. Similar posts: Spring Is Also At Night Glimpses of a South African…

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