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On butterfly wings by Matthew Hall
The butterfly flaps its wings effortlessly for a time.  It glides for a moment, catching its breath while enjoying a guiding breeze. Then another flurry of activity with no apparent destination.


The heart can receive a direct blow by Matthew Hall
To be honest, I get no satisfaction from my finished images. The image itself means nothing to me; it is the process of obtaining the image that provides me with the satisfaction that keeps me looking for more- along the streets and in the pavement, in the chipped paint, in the mad colors and fleeting shapes, always looking.