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   jeff pitcher on April 15, 2003 at 11:12 AM

   i’ve a dear friend who plans the route of his nightly run in regards to the location of two photo shops that regularly throw out ‘poorly’ processed film. he prefers to run in the late evening as his rummaging through the garbage is more clandestine when the sun begins to drop. i rather adore this image…the fragility he embodies while looking for a slight glimmer into the lives of others is gorgeous to me. as their vulnerability becomes an inescapable part of his world, the web of life weaves itself again and again. he is a bird, slight and hollow boned, sweeping in for a glance of another’s egg…a blurry hint into the intricacies of their nest. ahhhhh if only we all would watch the movement of the world with such infinite wonder and curiosity. perhaps then, we would begin to truly understand compassion. sometimes, he sends me one of these photos in the mail with words scribbled on the back…something about his life. and you my dear andrea, carry on~ your constant searching for beauty provides boundless inspiration~

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   David on April 16, 2003 at 12:59 AM

   I very musch enjoyed the photo! I would love to see more!!

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   Sharyn on April 16, 2003 at 7:12 AM

   That puts me in mind of two things I love…first off, the film Amelie. Specifically the photo albums in it made up of discarded photo booth shots.
   And secondly, the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players (http://www.slideshowplayers.com/). Here is there statement:
   “We take people’s vintage slides that we purchase at estate and yard sales and turn them into pop rock exposes. A concept, that if applied correctly, will change the future of entertainment”
   Fascinating stuff. Oh, and is it me, or does Angel boy have a slightly Sean Penn look about him?
   Cheers.

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   Stephanie on April 16, 2003 at 3:55 PM

   i love this. this image has a feeling of life and a breeze blowing through it. I also have a collection of forgotten images from flea markets, etc. Like you, I can spend hours looking at photographs of unknown people. These images capture moments in time, discarded or lost by families. In a way we are reclaiming them…giving them a new life or a kind of immortality just by appreciating them.

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   amy on April 17, 2003 at 12:37 AM

   pictures to words, your journal is like a book. i too collect old, discarded, unknown to me photographs. they are the era markers, the memory sparkers, the elders of the elders telling stories with their eyes. there are many angels showing us how we are, and were. i love the angels.

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   fern on April 18, 2003 at 11:28 AM

   when I was about twelve I used to take pictures on my Uncle Lee’s old box camera( it was a black box , with a flip up veiw finder… the kind you look down into to take a photo…I remember it make a satisfyingly loud CLICK when I pushed the button on the side)….
   ..Once when I got my film back from Girl Scout Camp I got a mysterious smoky , black and white picture that I did not take…I was sure it was a spirit picture…some people… tall and smeary, one definetely a woman with a bun…they kind of moved diagonally across the photo..floating down a staircase?
   ..it scared me and drew me in, in a way that left me feeling interested and anxious at the same time….I’d stare at it until I’d fell all creepy and shivery, then hide it from myself ..and later bring it out again to gaze at it one more time ..just to experience the thrill again….weird..
   ..40-some years later I can still feel remnants of that spooky feeling just writing about it now…..hmmmm…..

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   Veronica on April 21, 2003 at 10:00 PM

   I too love old photos, and yesterday, I learned that my cousin (he is my mom’s cousin, my second cousin(?)) was throwing out photos he had from his father’s mother!!!! She was French, and quite a woman, and I can only imagine what treasures he has already lost! He told me that he did not know the people in the photos, so he didn’t need to keep them any longer. I told him he was nuts. He is 64, and if he kept them this long, he could have held on to them longer, or better yet, given them to me!