I'll admit, nothing inspires me nearly so much as looking at what other people have done.
So, first of all, family. The date on this photograph is September 1939.
My father's brother Maurice, who hated school
and was good at tennis in an erratic sort of way.
Look how his hair has been flattened down for the photo.
He died, of course.
One of Claudia's first photographs when she was taking photography in high school.
A pumpkin grown from one we had kicked off our porch.
I've learned everything I know about taking pictures from her.
Something magic and fairy tale about pumpkins always.
West Square in London, near the Imperial War Museum Film archives.
Why do the mossy steps lead nowhere?
What possibilities in the quiet window.
Colors in Morocco. A life saturated with visual delights
but all sorts of other things too.
I hope no one finds this last image offensive.
David Shrigley captures so exactly how I sit at my desk
and get distracted all the time.
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