Piles of Dirty snow, muddy ponds, brown grass...not necessary the first thoughts that comes to mind when thinking about Spring.
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All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget. In this -- as in other ways -- they are the opposite of paintings. Paintings record what the painter remembers. Because each one of us forgets different things, a photo more than a painting may change its meaning according to who is looking at it.
John Berger
1926-, British Actor, Critic
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- Day 31 - The Long Way Home
- Day 30 - Inside Bandana Square
- Day 29 - The Cross
- Day 28 - The Simpsons
- Day 27 - Reflections of a Lone Mallard
- Day 26 - The Back Lot
- Day 25 - Just a Little Spring Dusting
- Day 24 - The Station at Night
- Day 23 - North and South
- Day 22 - Old Glory
- Day 21 - Thin Ice
- Day 20 - It's Always Coca-Cola
- Day 19 - That Cool Refreshing Drink
- Day 18 - A Little Extra Energy
- Day 17 - Splurge
- Day 16 - Sunset
- Day 15 - Little Fire Engines
- Day 14 - Going Up
- Day 13 - A Quick Trip to Byerly's
- Day 12 - Last One Out
- Day 11 - Minnesota State Capitol
- Day 10 - Too Late for a Snow Day
- Day 9 - Monday Night Pizza
- Day 8 - Mac at Night
- Day 7 - 11:15 AM at Rosedale Center
- Day 6 - Signs of Spring?
- Day 5 - At the Red Light
- Day 4 - After Hours in the Shoreview Strip Mall
- Day 3 - Parking Lot at 6:00 pm
- Day 2 - A Splash of Green in my Beige World
- Day 1 - Cheers, the Challenge Begins!
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