for a few years now, i’ve been photographing the elegant curve in the trunk of this one tree that sits right next my folks’ back yard. i’m sure glad i flew home this morning because this was that tree’s very last day.
"beauty as an operating principle: the catch in consciousness when mind and body merge in a state of praise for existence, just as it is."
Mr and Mrs Seabourne : John Myers
Cannon in Front of Flats : John Myers
Ring Road ‘Gardens’ I : John Myers
Yesterday at AIPAD, I said to a friend, “There’s a fucking gorgeous George Tice print just down the aisle,” and the gentleman next to us held out his hand and said “Hello. I just heard my name. I’m George Tice.”
Woods, Port Clyde, Maine : George Tice (the picture I was referring to)