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Over the past few weeks, I have migrated Unguided-Tour over to wordpress. This is will be my last post from this site. I may decide to leave it up for a while, however, you will be able to find the same posts and comments as well as new ones, along with new images as they are being created. I have enjoyed this blog, as it was my first one. I have learned a lot from this blog, and hopefully, I

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It has almost been six months since my last update, and as I mentioned in my last post, I was hoping to find more time to be able to update my blog on a regular basis. Where does the time go? I think it has to be one of those tasks, where you simply schedule yourself, to update your blog as part of your weekly routine; where you pick a day, once a week, to sit down, log into your blog, and

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www.thomaslindahlrobinson.comHopefully, I will start having more time to update my blog. For the past six months, I have been working on creating a new website. When I started this project, I did not realize how long the entire process would take; from conception to getting one portfolio online. I was hoping that by the time the web designer finished that I would have had three portfolios ready

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It is Saturday March 21st, and I am overwhelmed with fatigue, a massive headache, and depressing weather. This past two weeks have been the busiest in a long time, waking before dawn, and returning after sunset. I have never envisioned my life being so busy. And now, becoming more and more accustomed to this unwelcomed life-style, once I have time to relax and rest, I am even more restless, as if

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It has been a long time since I updated my blog with thoughts or photos. I have actually been meaning to post photos from my trip to Hong Kong and Thailand from last year, and from other projects that I have been working this past summer. I keep asking myself, where does the time go? What I have been doing? WHAT! It is already January 09? Since my last post, I have two friends pass away, one from

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A window into another world, unlike my own. On this particular day, I was walking around the city with Billy; things weren't going well photographically. I set up a photo session to photograph three woman and their children inside their home. When I arrived, I was greeted with kisses on the cheek, and a statement how I am always on time. However, by western standards, I was an hour late. Once I

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I spent part of my summer traveling and photographing. It is always bitter sweet returning home, to an unspoken familiarity. Once I arrive, automatically retreating to my darkroom, a place of refuge and quiet--a place where I spend many hours printing my black and white musings, as once described by a friend, who has long passed--I begin my work. We use to spend hours pouring over photographs;

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Point of Departure . . .A journey that you expected.A path that departs you from that journey, Which leads you to other places,Things, or ideas that you never expected. Sometimes it is a painting, a photograph,A passage from a book, A lyric perhaps?A look, an expression, a moment of intrigue, or silence. A journey within, that no one can see or experience, Yet something touched you, like an

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In case there are any avid viewers that frequent this blog; I am taking a little holiday from blogging. I hope to return sometime in the spring with new material from recent trips from Asia (Hong Kong and Thailand). In addition, I will continue to post older images from previous projects.I have quite a bit of work to organize this year, which is my New Year's resolution. Thanks for viewing . . .

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A Boy And His Bird.Fallen From The Sky.Poor Thing;Fallen Away From Hope.Maybe Your life Was Not Meant To Be? I See Your Struggle,Your Sadness,In The Palm of This Boy's Hand.He Is Gentle, And Cares. He Caresses You, And Shows You To The World, His World, And Anyone Else Who Will Take Part. Your Life Is Short, Yet PreciousThank You For The PhotographJourney Well Little One,You Will Find Refuge;In

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>Two Lives; One Here, One There . . . Many Moments CapturedMany Moments Missed Their Stories To Be DocumentedTheir Stories To Be Narrarted By Their Voices: The Mothers, The Daughters, The Sons And Quiet Moments Captured In SolitareFrame By Frame . . .

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Burning Oil1000 Degree HeatLungs Poisoned By People's PrayersUnsighted by insight;Semblances from BeliefCaused the Blindness!We Search for BuddhaOur Refuge . . .

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Deep Within The Himalyans;Remote Villages and Monasteries,Houses Hanging Off Cliffsand Secret Passage Ways.Death Passed Me By.Turning,I Chased Death, But She Was Too Quiet,Too Swift, And Not Looking For Me.Not Yet, Anyway.Their Souls Now Rest, In Sancutuary,In Refuge, With Buddha!

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Proof: A Substantiation of TimeContact: A Validation of ThoughtConnectedness of Humanness: Through The Lens of The Looking GlassRevelations of My MindPhotographic Prints: Witnesses of TimeCogent Evidence?Maybe, Once, A long Time Ago, Perhaps?Yet, Not Now, Not Anymore!A Boy Running . . . A Dimly Lit Interior . . . Two Rocking chairs, and Plastic Sunflowers.The Lonely Dog . . . Hoping For A Scrap

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Here is an Article that supplements yesterday's post. This article was forwarded to me by one of my photography professors, which originally appeared in the New York Times. Additionally, the irony to all of this, I ran out of chemistry today. In order to continue my marathon week of printing, figuring, it would be as simple as driving to the nearset photo supply store to purchase the necessary

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Finally, having a week off to do nothing, absolutely nothing! However, busier than ever, to whom ever may be reading this, or who has the interest. This past summer a friend of mine, who is much handier than myself, helped me build a place to create my black and white musings. My SO complained about building the darkroom, saying it was obsolete, darkrooms are relics of the past, no one is

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In All These YearsI Learned To Live AloneNo Conversation No Sound

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Hola Senor!fotografia Para Mi y Mis Amigos?Por Favor? fotografia?Para Nosotros Ninos de la Calle del San Nicolas?Tecleo del TelcleoNinos Usted Esta EjectutandoTodos Sobre El Lugar Como Pollos Con Su Cabezas CortodasSoy Mi CansadoCuando Usted Piensa Usted Puede ComportarsePara Una fotografia Viene ConseguirmeEstoy Permaneciedo Con Martagolpes de los golpes de los golpesHola Senor!Ahora Usted Las

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Muggy StreetsArchaic Wires, Brushes, and BroomsAir Conditioners To A FaultLopsided MachinesBoxes On WheelsHis Own ShopBuisness In A Parking LotSunrise To SunsetEverday Except Chinese New YearShanghai Repair

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Repair . . . In Need Of Mending?Was It Broken?Who Did You Need to Indemnify? You Gave her Your Heart? Mad Like Van Gogh?Demented?Infatuated?Or in Simple Need Of Repair?A Year Ago He Needed Heart Surgery!A Year Later He Healed!

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8 ball?9 ball? UptownDowntownTo The Lower East SideCrackhead Around The CornerWaitin for His ScoreBen Franklins On The TableBillards, BillardsCome Play Your GameTall Man, Short Man,Wide Collar Shirts AndGold Teeth With Their SmilesCigarettes A Thing Of The Past,Yet These Boys Still Smokin Two Packs, Flap Jacks, And Heart AttacksCowboy Billards? What Are The Rules . . .

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Drums BeatingFaint Drubbing ChantsPulsing VoicesWind Of Howling DogsDrifting In A DazeDizzyDancing In CirclesVisions of Indian SpiritsClear As DayToo Much Whiskey And Mexican ValiumPerhaps? Yet, I Perceive Them Here . . .

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Cold,Broke,Destitute,Beware Of The Coney Island DogsMy Winter WonderlandMy Winter Home

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GrandmommyWhat TimesSorry and Crazy EightsScrabble Crosswords and Walter KronkiteMany GiftsArt and PoetryLiteratureMany MomentsHappy and SadIvan and the MagicianGrandfatherWhat would He Say Today?Regular 8 filmsWe Used To WatchYou In Europe Mom, Uncle Roy, And JimmyRight After WWIIYou Didn't Leave Until You Knew I Was ReadyThank You!

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WonderingStoppedWalkedRestedAlong Side Of The Road,An Open Air Pool HallOpened, Loaded, SnappedFrame By FrameHe Never Smiled,Yet Never Walked Away . . .

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Walking, Waiting, BreathingSun Beating, Burning SkinLonely Is The DogHungry, But Not Pork, Not For BreakfastFeeling Sick, 7:30, Thirsty, In Pain, No ReliefTwicthing, I Pass Out . . .

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