I'm still trying to figure out how one of my photos wound up
here. I remember a sidewalk at night with a crowd of people. There was a man with a long flowing white beard. He handed me a goblet of strange potion. I took a sip, the walls started spinning, and that's the last thing I remember before waking up in MoCP. Life is like that sometimes.
"...the walls started spinning..."
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hey blake,
Thanks for the print, i got it just fine... interesting junk collection. I work as an intern at the mocp, it appears it was a part of a large gift from Michael Dahlquist.. acquired in 2006. I wasn't around then but its strange how things wind up.
Ah, just as I suspected. The man with the flowing white beard is responsible:
http://www.blakeandrewsphoto.com/
photographers/pages/9.html
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