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The
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| Carnivale
Every
summer in town, the volunteer firemen hold a carnival. It is a family
affair
with all of the children and their parents in attendance. There are
rides,
games, bingo and food treats for the eager crowd. While walking
through
the fairgrounds, I came upon a clown and was stricken by the happy
expression
on her face and the contrast in texture and pattern on her clothing and
wig. She kindly consented to be photographed. |
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Mother
and Child I visited with my daughter's
friend who
had just become the mother of twin boys. She fed one and was in
the
process of feeding the other. Something about the way in which
she
held him and the maternal ambience which surrounded them both, caught
my
eye. I always thought this photograph had a Madonna-like quality. |
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| Gary
D Gary D. worked at the local auto body shop
repairing
everyone's accidents and mistakes. When the weather was good and
sometimes even when it was not, he rode his "Triumph" motorcycle to and
from work. I remember the day he gave me a thrilling ride on that
bike and I stopped to record him atop his "pride and joy". I am
glad
I did as he died prematurely, just a few years later. Whenever I see
this
photograph, I remember what a sweet and caring person he was and how he
loved that candy-apple-blue Triumph. |
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R.L.S.
The
proprietor of Pondview Auto Body was secretly a stockcar racing driver
in a farmer's body. He spent his days repairing cars, his early
evenings
tending to farm chores, and his evenings with his buddies fabricating
stock
cars to run in races in and around the state. He built go-karts
as
well and on Sundays you could find him at the local track. Sometimes he
would just stand in front of the garage leaning on the building,
looking
out into the distance. It seemed as though he was planning the
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Admittance There is a back road which runs
beside
the New Haven railroad tracks beneath the Derby-Shelton bridge in
Connecticut.
Many old factory buildings still exist along that road and in front of
one of them was an old shed with a sign that read "No
Admittance".
It was a curious entry which jutted out from the main building and
didn't
really seem to lead to anything at all. It is gone today, along
with
the old fashioned light above it, the weeds which grew beside it, and
the
mystery of where you might find yourself had you opened the door,
still haunts me. |
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Lillinonah
This bridge spans Lake Lillinonah in Bridgewater, CT. We went
there
one summer afternoon to picnic and as I always carried my camera with
me
wherever I went, I thought I might take some photographs of the
bridge.
There was hardly any traffic that day so I stood in the middle of the
road
and looked from one end of the bridge to the other. The geometry
and perspective are what caught my eye then and hopefully I have been
able
to capture it with my lens. |
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| The
Good Earth In
the summers I planted my garden alongside those of two neighbors on the
same piece of land. There was a lot of advice and teasing that
went
along with the planting and cultivating as we watched our vegetables
mature.
We believed but could never quite prove that Richie, seen weeding here,
would go out at nite when no one was around and fertilize his corn with
something extraordinary as his cornstalks were traditionally taller and
yielded better crops than the rest of ours. |
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Those
Were The Days Many years ago, there was a
gas station
on Leavenworth Road in the White Hills section of Shelton (better known
today as Route 110.) At some point, the station was knocked down,
probably for lack of business, and for some reason, the naked skeleton
of a gas pump with the amount of the last recorded sale remained.
Ever since I was a little girl, I was fascinated by the mechanical
workings
of objects and even used to push the eyes of my dolls into their heads
to determine what made them blink open and shut. It was a very
natural
thing for me to find this subject interesting enough to photograph. (Although
this photo has suffered some degradation, I felt compelled to include
it
in this compilation of my photography.) |
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