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		<title>art unobserved</title>
		<description><![CDATA[open mind. open eyes.  when i walk around with my camera, i never know what  i will see or shoot. invariably, i return to shooting things that everyone walks past without notice. i observe art no one else sees. art  co-created by man and  effected by nature. when i look at the prints (because I use film&#8230;) i [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.peculiarplanet.com/2011/11/30/last-roll/</link>
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		<title>holga nights</title>
		<description><![CDATA[shot in the dark night photography captures the world we do not see. the passage of time blurs motion; it captures the turning of the earth. stars streak across the sky, waves turn to foam. all restlessness is gone. there is only time; constant, repetitive, endless.]]></description>
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		<title>holga noir</title>
		<description><![CDATA[dreaming with my camera everyone and everything looks good in black and white]]></description>
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		<title>holga</title>
		<description><![CDATA[plastic soul memories have soft edges. we don&#8217;t remember events as clearly as we think. memories fade, become soft or blurry. holga captures life as we remember it; soft edges, grainy, slightly out of focus.]]></description>
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