He could play the pump organ in the parlor.
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- Captured
- Textures
- Self portrait in a fender
- Fire escapes
- First L then A
- Najid (Two Gray Hills design)
- Nadir
- Jonathan
- Moth wing (reflection in a black car)
- Bubbles
- Folks at the cafe
- Bike OK just here
- Sarah and Jan ascending
- Painter's tape
- Jonathan and Bryn at Fredy's
- Mr. Maxson puts on the feed bag
- Escalator
- Inner life
- On side kick
- Beneath the very true and holy cross
- Clouds coming in
- Men's park and war memorial. No unaccompanied ladi...
- Travelers
- John W. Davis my father's father. Carpenter.
- George Burpee, millwright, at his daughter's wedding.
- The laying-on-of-hands. The scattering of light.
- The flower and the sword
- eNtrAnCe
- The War to End All Wars
- Annuokh
- Rhythmathing
- Flame
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