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Cherokee Yard, Tulsa, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 8 December 2013
Snow on tires, Collinsville, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 14 February 2010
Snowing, Skiatook, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 15 December 2010
Frozen marsh, near Sperry, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 8 December 2013
It sure is boring during an ice storm for a five year old girl: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 13 January 2007
Sleet covered ground: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 13 January 2007
Snow on tires, Collinsville, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 14 February 2010
Snowing, Skiatook, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 15 December 2010
Frozen marsh, near Sperry, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 8 December 2013
It sure is boring during an ice storm for a five year old girl: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 13 January 2007
Sleet covered ground: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 13 January 2007
Gate, east of Fortuna, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 27 December 2008
Redbud Valley, between Tulsa and Catoosa, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 13 February 2011
Three headstones, Collinsville, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 6 December 2006
Freezing mist in the Osage Hills, Osage County, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 8 December 2013
Halfway Mountain: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 27 December 2008
House, Crosstimbers Marina, Skiatook Lake, west of Skiatook, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 8 December 2013
Snow drift patterns, Sperry, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 2 February 2011
Grass in snow, Collinsville, Oklahoma: photo by Wade Harris (Wade from Oklahoma), 26 December 2009
7 comments:
Tom,
The tyres under piles of snow look like sugar doughnuts..i'll have a coffee with those now..time to eat and enjoy the chill, that is found beyond the pale
It's like walking in, without expecting to, to a gallery show of photography by an artist you aren't familiar with, which has been curated to tell a coherent story and presents the artist to his best advantage. But it's also like reading a novel about a place that has familiar aspects, but is also unfamiliar and shown to have dramatically unexpected qualities. In any event, it's curious that while some things don't go down on the web as well or intensely as "live," in-person presentation, this seems totally live and in person. And actually not dissimilar to what I see outside my window on Monday, December 23rd, in the mood I'm in. I think Wade Harris is quite an artist. Curtis
the black grass blades on white snow
like calligraphic shorthand
stuns me in its simplicity
Beautiful!!
Precipitation here for days now is of the liquid sort: low, grim skies without the pretty white stuff . . . and record high temperatures.
Not much Cherokee left in Cherokee Yard. Language becomes a ghost of meanings past.
from when I lived in Buffalo
White nights are bright nights
Snowflakes slant through street lights and
Muffle my footsteps
I've been haunted by the arresting silence of these images, for some nights now, here in the dark house.
Hazen's comment has me hearing ghosts moving like slow switchyard trains through those unheard words.
Thank you all so much for the kind remarks about my photographs. They are greatly appreciated.
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