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Me and Mortensen


When I was seventeen and photography was a lot younger I would sometimes see pictures of by a man named William Mortensen in the photography magazines I read. There was nothing else like them…nothing. They looked like paintings but not, and they were like illustrations but not and they were beautiful but made in a way I couldn’t begin to comprehend. I loved them. 

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