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I struggled with this prompt. A lot of thoughts came to mind, but none that seemed to translate well to a photograph. In the end, it was a clue in a crossword puzzle that sparked this idea. “To copy or repeat exactly”

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There is a certain intensity in high-school sports. Talent, emotion, energy.

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One of my favorite places in my house is the sun porch. With windows on 3 sides it can be used well into the winter as the sun warms it, and the cross-breeze usually keeps it cool in the summer. Usually. On a hot day earlier this week, the thermometer I mounted inside indicated that no amount of breeze was going to make it feel cool.

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I have an interesting aunt. Well, several actually, but this one in particular started her professional life in computer science back in the early days when everything was still punch cards, and there were almost no women in the field. She had a good job our in California, drove a cute little Porsche convertible and seemed to be living the American dream life.

When she was 27, she put that all aside to follow her passion of Anthropology and ended up moving to Canada to teach at one of the universities there. Although her financial situation changed dramatically, she was given the opportunity for so much travel on her sabbatical years and study indigenous tribes around the world.

I didn’t get to see her much when I was growing up, but I reconnected with her as an adult. On my first visit, she gave me this goose she picked up on her travels. Whenever she visits a new place, she makes it a point to always talk to the children. She meets a lot of them peddling local crafts their families have made. She knows that these purchases are truly examples of native crafts, support a local family, and give them more meaning than anything she could pick up at a souvenir shop.

Because of this, when I visit a new place, I try to find the small stands or a person with a shop on their own land selling traditional hand made items. Taking some time to talk to the artist or their family lets me appreciate the work and history that has gone into their craft, and attaches greater memories to the object once I get it home.  It all started when I was given this goose.

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We went to a World War II reenactment and airshow this past weekend. All of the reenactors were eager to share their knowledge and passion about that part of history. I was astounded to learn that almost everything item there was collected by the individuals, and they go to great lengths to find and preserve even everyday items that were used by the soldiers.

It was fun to watch the airshow with all the old planes doing loops and rolls. Somehow I don’t think that this helmet would protect the pilot very well is things went amiss, but I’m sure it was state-of-the-art armor at the time.


Glass knobs make any door seem fancy even if t needs to be painted and the brass could use a polish.

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We have been cleaning out my Father-in-Law’s house. He lived there for almost 50 years and saved everything. In two large file cabinets in the basement, there are canceled checks that date back from the 1960s.

This is one box full of them. One box of many, many boxes. It is from a shoe-store chain that does not even exist anymore, although at one time it was in every shopping mall around. Like the memory of shoe shopping this box brings, it has been interesting to look through some of the older canceled checks. A $3.00 birthday check for a niece or nephew,  a ridiculously small electric bill, donations to charities. In a way, the checks were like a timeline of my in law’s life.

They are all being shredded before being put out for recycling.  It seems odd, but it is strangely hard to do. It feels like erasing a record of their life.

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It happens in Philadelphia every New Year’s Day, and has been happening since the 1800s. The Mummers Parade. Over 10,000 marchers in four divisions parade through the city. My favorite division is the String Bands. The elaborate costumes, music, and routines get the entire street clapping and dancing.

There has been controversy with the parade through the years. Women were not permitted to participate until the 1970s, and sometimes the themes chosen by the different clubs are a bit questionable, but nothing has stopped it yet. Each year, these groups of working-class folks don sequins and feathers and do the “Mummers Strut” down Broad Street.

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I tried to think of another way to interpret this prompt, but in the end kept coming back to the plant. Amazing to think that something so leafy starts out  as such a small spiral.

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I really enjoy seeing how things are made. I especially like to see how traditional things are made,  and am happy that there are people who value craftsmanship enough to keep the skills alive and the tools running.

This photo shows traditional cedar shake shingles being made on an old steam powered machine. Each pass of the blade shaves off a thin layer of wood while the board is slowly pushed forward.  I imagine the difference between the work that got done with this machine versus hand cutting them must have seemed magical.

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