I’m taking pictures

of the moon and sun, of things

both seen and un…

  

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  • JoinedMay 2005
  • HometownSan Jose, The Golden State
  • Current citySan Jose CA
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Photos of Richard Cody

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"When It Comes To Richard.." Im Glenn Close in "Fatal Attraction", and the understudy in "All About Eve"..Why does Richard have to be so goddamn good-and smart-and ironic???ok!?

June 27, 2007

Richard Cody's images have a way of grabbing my neurons by their demyelinated chartreuse cores and giving them a massive jolt.

May 17, 2007
SkyShaper says:

Light bends, reflects, is absorbed. It creates shadows, flares, glares and hot spots. It generates heat and explodes in a million fragments. If caught right, if within that slice of time a shutter window can catch it and within that time it burns the image in as your eye sees it.....then, and only then have you shaken… Read more

Light bends, reflects, is absorbed. It creates shadows, flares, glares and hot spots. It generates heat and explodes in a million fragments. If caught right, if within that slice of time a shutter window can catch it and within that time it burns the image in as your eye sees it.....then, and only then have you shaken hands with light and it has become your friend. Richard Cody has made friends with light...............many times over. Your friend, S.S.

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October 28, 2006

Astra Elgin lived in a ramshackle wooden barn that might once have been painted but had long ago been bleached gray by the sun. She had lived there ever since the incident with Carl and the thresher, so many years ago. It wasn't the Plaza, and she knew that, she still knew that much, but it was familiar, even after the… Read more

Astra Elgin lived in a ramshackle wooden barn that might once have been painted but had long ago been bleached gray by the sun. She had lived there ever since the incident with Carl and the thresher, so many years ago. It wasn't the Plaza, and she knew that, she still knew that much, but it was familiar, even after the roof collapsed, and she didn't have any company over, so that worked out fine.

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August 18, 2006