Last Sunday (Dec. 2), Sandra and I went to see the 'Objects of Affection' show at Rodman Hall, then descended the winding path behind the gallery for a hike along Twelve Mile Creek. Along the way, to the roar of traffic on the 406 and the rattle of rail cars overhead, she snapped this picture.
To me, in retrospect at least, it captures some of the spirit of the show itself - the yearning for moments of sublimity and beauty, tempered by an awareness that they can only be experienced by willfully cropping out the disappointing banality of life beyond the frame.
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