Dakota

Wow! Perfect picture. The background is even better than foam-core and you have hundreds of square feet for your larger subjects. Stunning composition and juxapostion of light/shadow and textures. How did you get the reflections inside that subway rail or titanium planter, anyway? You seem to do this subliminal cue thing a lot in your photos.

You know, the poetry is also in the structure of the verse. It wouldn't be the same to say "This is the first in a photo series entitled My New Black Driveway in Autumn, asphalt, an artistic asset for the amateur," even with the hyperlinks, which are another form of poetry. Your verbs are particularly interesting. And thanks for entitled. I do hope folks aren't missing
these gems.

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Brilliant link-art (a new art form?) and photos. You are a pioneer, Dakota, and I'm happy to have found you.

And I'm the only person on this planet who didn't bother to read the Da Vinci Code because I wasn't interested.

Really - I just love it when you do a mystical, poetic, academic analysis of my work --it completely fluffs me up.

Now for the more technical matters. The reflection inside the "rails" is really a reflexion from the chrome trim on my 1999 taupe Camry, which is parked on the driveway, taking up precious space and, momentarily, preventing me from considering larger subjects.

As to the written word. I would say that the structure of my poetry is the only thing you can usually call poetry about my poetry. You may not have been a reader when I first developed this form, which I call the Long Poem. I did so, since I had nothing to say, but I needed space to separate my photos correctly so that they didn't overlap on the screen. Thus the form was born.

Your encouragement fills my heart with joy, and keeps me at all this silliness. D

Dear Natalie,

Thank you so much. I have discovered that finding clickies is also highly theraputic, though I fear that I have used up all of google's images for rage during this last election.

I commend you for resisting The DaVinci Code. I knew you to be a girl after my own heart. I would say, in it's defense, that the first half of the book raised my shape/sacred symbol awareness as a photographer. Had I had a more extensive classical, mystical education, which was unavailable in the Midwest in the '50's, I could have been looking for this stuff all along. Oh well. So the DV Code did the trick, sweetening the lesson with the marshmallow sauce of pap.

Do you think that Augustine would ever consider an interview with Dan Brown? Do give her my love.

Oh, and I seem to be leaving these strange blank comments all over your blog. Apologies. I tried to fill one in yesterday, and I'm not sure it worked. Technical prowess is not my forte. D