Kid by Door, photo by Elizabeth G. Aakre

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  1. Chef BoyardeeDecember 8, 2007 at 2:21 AM

    there may not be word to describe how much i revere ( i still do) elizabeth's photos.

    she had such an incredible vision and drive - something that was apparent in her pictures.

    also the fact that she had such good taste added to her own work SO much.
    I haven't gotten over this picture of the little boy running up the stairs, - so wise - and i don't think i ever will.

    i hope not, anywat

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  2. AnonymousDecember 9, 2007 at 10:44 AM

    I am happy these are here.

    A good place to come.

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    wandering 1
    year ago/
    brought old
    camera along
    http://www.herpear.com/loss.jpg

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  3. UnknownMay 27, 2008 at 2:51 PM

    that's sam too, standing in my brother's doorway. these pictures have grown to mean so much. i think we took alot of pictures that day. sam, a rather orginary child, was so happy to be photographed by a mystical tall beautiful creature. it was lovely to see them interact.

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