Looking out. photo by Elizabeth G Aakre

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  1. Chef BoyardeeDecember 14, 2007 at 1:09 PM

    There are perhaps no words to accurately describe how amazing and elizabeth was at taking pictures.

    She could take one theme, one idea, one perspective that previously seemed only possible to see with one's eye, and would expose it with her camera.
    she could capture an emotion, fully formed, messy, indescribable, in one frame.
    I think she was aware of this skill, even though she was never prideful or boasted about it. She worked for hours to get the exact effect she wanted from a picture, like tilling land for fertile soil. or something like that.

    Her taste in others' photos was similarly indescribably exact, although constantly changing. Gedney, Vachon, Frank, Rothstein. All of these people i had never heard of, but now cannot understand how i lived before knowing about them.

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