Category: Reflections

Moan: The Monstrous Sublime

A statement by the artist on her photography thesis.

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Sendak Send-Off

An appreciation in parting.

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Our Visible City

Marco Polo visits Jersey.

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Why Streetview?

Google’s plans to photograph the world.

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My Life is All I Have

A fable for sons.

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Whitney Who-Ston?

Mourning the passing of a stranger.

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Mister Death’s Blue-Eyed Boy

Finding faith at Princeton.

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Atlas Lugged

Making cartographic copies.

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Snow Week

Typically a disorganized person, I’d planned my Fall Break to a tee.

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Levinski Park: Abroad, Alone, and Adrift

My friend James is soft-spoken; he talks instead of screaming and whispers instead of talking.

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An Apple a Day

It’s far more common and less noteworthy for the young to obsess. We see it often, a girlish (or boyish) obsession with pink, followed by a girlish (or boyish) obsession with Edward Cullen. So I admit myself guilty of a … Read More

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Beach Baby

Rarely is one so revised by experience, which like a river washes away the calcified sand of the soul to describe itself there anew. Rare, too, is the ability to recognize this revision. School had just ended, its shoulder-weight just … Read More

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