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Pigment print, acrylic and ink block on canvas paper 24w x 30h inches
FDLM ::: Franck de las Mercedes
FdlM Art Studio
Pigment print, acrylic and ink block on canvas paper 24w x 30h inches
Franck de las Mercedes
FdlM Art Studio
Pigment print, acrylic and ink block on canvas paper 24w x 30h inches
Franck de las Mercedes
FdlM Art Studio
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
travis
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
"Our only security is our ability to change."
John Lilly
A broken alarm found in one of the more urban and decaying parts of Burlington, Vermont.
Inside of ATM Machine at BB&T Bank - © 2016 David Oppenheimer - Performance Impressions photography archives - www.performanceimpressions.com
aspen, colorado
may 1980
nick with the computer he built to run the aspen dancing fountain
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
Inside of ATM Machine at BB&T Bank - © 2016 David Oppenheimer - Performance Impressions photography archives - www.performanceimpressions.com
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Taken on the porch of what I assumed to be an antique store or a storage area for one—in Chase City, Mecklenburg County, Virginia. The inner workings were exposed and was 99% wood.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
travis
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
Loose ends have a habit of multiplying, dividing like cells.
They split into two, two become four and before I've had my morning coffee
the whole thing is getting too much, too fast.
My mouth is dry, nothing to smooth things over
just a fraying heap of my own thoughts thtreatening to run me over.
I look at the blue horse I thrifted for $2.
Something about its precise pattern bothers me.
I get up and turn it around.
Now we can run.
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
travis
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
travis
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
travis
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
travis
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
travis
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
travis
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
aspen, colorado
fall 1979
fountain building
mill street and hyman avenue
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
This is what it looks like inside a baby grand piano. It's got three legs and an opening top -- quite lovely really.
Photographs are © Copyright Galactic Dreams (or others when indicated) and are not in the public domain and may not be used on blogs, websites, or in other media without advance written permission from Galactic Dreams.
woody creek, colorado
june 1976
race car chassis
woody creek raceway
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
This gate, with its Gothic arch, belongs to the third and last circle of the walls of the second half of the 13th century. It was transformed in the 15th century and still retains the ancient forepart or ravelin (a triangular fortification or detached outwork, located in front of the innerworks of a fortress).
Bologna (Bulåggna in Emilian and Bononia in Latin) is the capital of and largest city in the Emilia-Romagna region and the Province of Bologna in Northern Italy. It is the seventh most populous city in the country, with about 400,000 inhabitants in the 2020s. Its metropolitan area is home to more than 1,000,000 people. The city is known as la grassa (or the 'Fat City') for its rich cuisine, and the Red City for its red tiled rooftops and, more recently, its leftist politics. It is also called the Learned City because it is home to, what many consider, the oldest university in the world.
Originally Etruscan, the city has been an important urban center for centuries, first under the Etruscans (who called it Felsina), then under the Celts as Bona, later under the Romans (Bonōnia), then again in the Middle Ages, as a free municipality and later signoria, when it was among the largest European cities by population. Famous for its towers, churches and lengthy porticoes, Bologna has a well-preserved historical center, thanks to a careful restoration and conservation policy which began at the end of the 1970s. Home to one of the oldest university in continuous operation, the University of Bologna, established in 1088 C.E., the city has a large student population that gives it a cosmopolitan character. In 2000, it was declared European capital of culture and in 2006. In 2021, UNESCO recognized the lengthy porticoes of the city as a World Heritage Site.
Information from: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bologna
For my mother.
This is the engine room of the R/V John Dempsey as observed by the captain.
Thanks, Rodney!
woody creek, colorado
june 1976
race car chassis
woody creek raceway
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
David Macaulay sketches on the title wall for the exhibition David Macaulay: The Way He Works, on view at Tacoma Art Museum January 17 - June 14, 2009.
From the Paxtang Cemetery website:
Paxtang Cemetery first established in 1898, in what was then known as Swatara Township and adjoined the historic Paxton Church grounds. The sight was and still is ideal being elevated ground, rising high and rolling from its front. The soil is dry and particularly well suited for burial purposes. Nature has done much to make this one of her most charming spots. The landscape is beautiful and restful, & the outlook inspiring and magnificent. From any part of the cemetery a beautiful panorama view of the valley, mountains and woods unfolds itself to view. There are 34 acres, 12 of which are undeveloped. There have been over 10,000 internments in the cemetery over the last 100+ years and room for another 10,000 in ground burials.
The Paxtang Mausoleum is one of the cemeteries greatest treasures. The first phase was built in 1916 and the second in 1921. The entire mausoleum is made of granite and white marble. Inside you will find intricate stained glass windows in the walls and ceiling. Brass gates enhance the beauty of family crypts. There is currently five remaining crypts in this mausoleum. We hope to be adding more crypts and cremation niches inside this mausoleum in the near future. The mausoleum is also used today for chapel services during inclement weather.
William C. Grunden was the first caretaker. His grandson, Murvin Grunden III, still lives in Paxtang and is active in borough events.
The "receiving tomb" was used to hold bodies for up to 30 days so that families had time to return home for the funeral.
It was also used to hold bodies when the ground was heavy with snow and not easy to dig. When Harrisburg people died, the old Allison Hill Trolley brought caskets to the cemetery gates on Kelso Street. The caskets then were transferred to a horse-drawn caisson or hearse and taken to the grave.