This is me on the slide at Long Lake Region Park in New Brighton.
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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 61 - An Empty Ferris Wheel
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- Day 58 - Clifford the Big Red Dog
- Day 57 - Book and Tea
- Day 56 - Bridge over Spoon Lake and Gervais Lake
- Day 55 - 9th & Robert
- Day 54 - Campus Cows
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- Day 44 - Caribou Coffee
- Day 43 - Crystal Bowl plus Blue Vase
- Day 42 - View from Harriet Island
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- Day 40 - Only on the iPhone 3G...
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