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Rastafarian he is, a helmeted toddler with a stocking cap overlay. He looks like an egg wrapped in an extra shell and then again wrapped in a blanket. We cannot be too safe, or warm.
We've moved out of the city. We're in the "suburbs," kind of. My son, riding his bike, from house to house, the same, a blur. "We rode our bikes to the nearest park," says Chassagne. The sprawl. Mountains beyond mountains, and there's no end in sight.
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This bike rider in his/her environment is artfully blurred and I think enfolded in flare. The suggestion is just sufficient to carry understanding, creating an intimate entente between photographer and viewer. The title is terrific. An accomplished statement.
This is how I remember dreams, a little blurry and nonsensical, always wishing I could remember more; a fleeting moment. I almost see a mermaid. Nice abstract.
First impression: this is an afro-disco photoshoot. Hehe Background is of no consequence except to create the feeling of rushing down an incline. maybe out of control.
Looks a bit like Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock. So now I hear the Star Spangled Banned being ripped to shreds on a Stratocaster. Actually, now that mention it, I also see Jimi is trailing the Stars and Stripes like a matador. Bet you wish now you'd thought of something else! But I don't because I like it. Beautiful tones drifting with the blurred movement. Thank you.
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