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Pat Ludwig
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Handmade art photography using traditional stone tools. NOT AI. All images-words original unless otherwise noted.
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Slowly Dissolving Illusion (2025)
Slowly Dissolving Illusion (2025) An image of a landscape obscured by several layers of images on top which are slowly dissolving leaving parts of the landscape visible.
December 23, 2025 at 4:17 PM
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Garden Spider of Earthly Delights (2025)

Photo-collage of Marbled Orb Weaver photo by Mike Dunn for Walter Magazine
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Garden Spider of Earthly Delights (2025) Welcome to the garden of earthly delights. Welcome to a billion Arabian Nights. This is your life and you do what you want to do, This is your life and you spend it all. This is your life and you do what you want to do, Just don't hurt nobody, 'less of course they ask you, In the garden of earthly delights. - Andy Partridge (XTC) Photo-collage includes the Marbled Orb Weaver photo by Mike Dunn for Walter Magazine
December 21, 2025 at 4:07 PM
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Into The Black (2025)
Into The Black (2025) A lone figure walks through a tangled forest at night hoping for the light...
December 19, 2025 at 3:50 PM
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Bones of the Fallen (2025)
Bones of the Fallen (2025) on a snowy road in winter we think the last of us will fall away slowly. our shrunken filigree bleached upon the land. long after the meat decays and disappears, in a pure fire of burnt calories. whether consciously or not, its our endless scratching on eyes and minds that are the only real bones. the fallen leaves of autumn buried now. unheard messages to the future.
December 17, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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Unreliable Witness (2025)
Unreliable Witness (2025) An image made of a collage of different scenes of ruin, whirled by time and in the throes of a dream. Mountain On the day I set out on the climb, grief saddled in my back like a bag of marbles, my breath like clouds hanging on the low peaks of a mountain, on the day I set out leaving nothing behind, nothing on the bed, no version of myself, just my voice through the night, the voice I use to ward off nightmares. (My voice is a still life in itself, a shroud green and ultramarine deep blue, a bowl of apples and tangerines on a table.) On the day I set out, the mountain is high in front of me, the unreliable god of mist and fog. I have no voice to say how high my fingers must lift as if on a lover's upper lip, to take in the breath of how high my mountain is—white teeth behind a snow cap, numberless springs, cold like the enzymes in spit— a version of me is still asleep: the moving of a limb in sleep. Everything becomes lucid. - Clifton Gachagua
December 15, 2025 at 2:04 PM
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Christmas Snakes (2025)
Christmas Snakes (2025) An image of a tangle of eyelash vipers with their festive red spots and green highlights. The Art of Sideways Northern hemisphere it’s almost Christmas. Sunlight withdrawing into its darkest shell of green coils ring by ring like a yellow snake in a tight burrow. The snake’s sleep maps an origin pinpoints the start of where morning lies — its polished skin a simple clock turning every so often leaving a scaled topography behind. But just as rain can fall sideways and eyes look aslant might a northern winter not widen light in the same way a snake exceeds its skin? Last summer I stood over a sheath of snake in the bush. The tail tapered the head was marked with the shape and angle of invisible eyes. It could have been a hairnet or a ghost but it was quieter than that. It could have been laid out across a plate of vine leaves. A seamstress could have used it as tulle a fisherman as netting the desert salt as cracks. Trees are empty on the sidewalk their fallen leaves layered and overlapping like shelves of ancient papyruses. One tree casts a long shadow two arms striking upwards as though piqued by pavement light. Between the shadow lying flat and still and the tree standing long and tall there is an angle of forty-five degrees. There is Icarus falling from blue to decimal to amber. The distance between north and south is mapped with the shape and angle of his eyes. The snake’s skin is colorless his eye invincible. The winter light is warm piercing darkness radiating a trajectory that points in all directions. - Claire Potter
December 13, 2025 at 3:57 PM
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Festive Fire (2025)
Festive Fire (2025) A sea of holly leaves adrift on an ocean of fire... Passing Through Nobody in the widow’s household ever celebrated anniversaries. In the secrecy of my room I would not admit I cared that my friends were given parties. Before I left town for school my birthday went up in smoke in a fire at City Hall that gutted the Department of Vital Statistics. If it weren’t for a census report of a five-year-old White Male sharing my mother’s address at the Green Street tenement in Worcester I’d have no documentary proof that I exist. You are the first, my dear, to bully me into these festive occasions. Sometimes, you say, I wear an abstracted look that drives you up the wall, as though it signified distress or disaffection. Don’t take it so to heart. Maybe I enjoy not-being as much as being who I am. Maybe it’s time for me to practice growing old. The way I look at it, I’m passing through a phase: gradually I’m changing to a word. Whatever you choose to claim of me is always yours; nothing is truly mine except my name. I only borrowed this dust. - Stanley Kunitz
December 11, 2025 at 2:06 PM
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On the Rocks (2025)
On the Rocks (2025) Colorful image of barnacle and seaweed crusted rocks along the shore. Thorazine at 10:00 a.m. Nobody told the river run from what you’re made of. The bramble on & on for miles. On the rocks, unsteady hem of riverbank. I know by now exquisite gowns wide open in the back. Old fashioned hospital. The bills all churning yellow as a heron’s mouth. I’m out to lunch, some charted water along the bridge of doctor’s nose. His finger pushes spectacles. He’s troubled by my wonder. All the daisies I have chained around my neck. He pulls them up right as he concentrates. I keep my hands behind my back. I get what’s given. Single file. Some charted water like a miracle they could have fed the thousands—pristine scripts and pills. A guardrail on my shoulder, miles & miles. Before I fall asleep, I dream they gravel every blue thread in the dark. The bus comes like a flower in the rain. - Brody Parrish Craig
December 9, 2025 at 2:46 PM
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Hard Times for Post-Modernism (2025)

RIP Frank Gehry at 96. The world will be a little less whimsical in your absence...
Hard Times for Post-Modernism (2025) RIP Frank Gehry at 96. Gehry was a Canadian and American architect and designer. A number of his buildings, including his private residence in Santa Monica, California, have become attractions. He was known for his postmodern designs and use of bold, unconventional forms and materials. His most famous works include the Guggenheim Museum Bilbao in Spain, the Walt Disney Concert Hall in Los Angeles, and the Louis Vuitton Foundation in Paris. These buildings are characterized by their sculptural, often undulating exteriors and innovative use of materials such as titanium and stainless steel. (Picture is a photo collage of the Strata Center at MIT housing the Computer Science and AI Labs)
December 7, 2025 at 4:54 PM
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Compound Eye (2025)
Compound Eye (2025) An image of Sunspot Yellow Bi-Color Cone Flowers (Rudbecckia Hirta) as imagined through the compound eye of a pollinator
December 5, 2025 at 2:19 PM
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On Thin Ice (2025)

Photo collage includes an image by Steve Arcone @stevearconephotography
On Thin Ice (2025) An image of ground littered with gold and and brown leaves and a large ice-puddle in light blue in the center of the image. Tinnitus: January, thin rain becoming ice Now footsteps on shingle. Make of it what you will. Seabirds roost on the breakwaters, accustomed, of course, to twilight. The spirit lamp in that house on the headland could easily fall and spill and the fire burn all night. Some time later a subtle ghost, yourself  in memory perhaps, might well set foot up there amid clinker and smoke, the whole place silent and still except you bring in the tic of cooling timbers, and then the birds in flight. • Now chains through gravel. Make of it what you will. - David Harsent
December 2, 2025 at 3:57 PM
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Dragon Rock (2005)
Dragon Rock (2005) An image of a large grey rock whose markings resemble a reptilian face with an image of a fiery dragon superimposed on it.
November 30, 2025 at 5:01 PM
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Death is a Snowy Road in Winter (2025)
Death is a Snowy Road in Winter (2025) Image of a steep and snowy country road in winter.
November 28, 2025 at 6:52 PM
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Wallflowers (2025)
Wallflowers (2025) Intensely colored image of a wall of overlapping flowers in yellows, golds, browns, reds, and greens
November 26, 2025 at 6:06 PM
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Garden Shock (2025)
Garden Shock (2025) An impressionistic image of a purple dahlia flower edged with frost.
November 20, 2025 at 2:01 PM
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In the Waning Hours (2025)
In the Waning Hours (2025) An image of a beach where the dying light of the day reflects off of the water with scenes of the beach from impossible angles.
November 18, 2025 at 12:34 PM
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Mosaic Dogs (2025)
A surreal image of our grand-dogs as a multicolored mosaic from a photo taken by our daughter-in-law ❤️
November 16, 2025 at 2:30 PM
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Tired Valley (2025)

(Photo collage including a photo by Canadian photographer Edward Burtynsky)
Tired Valley (2025) Photo collage of a valley landscape in muted greens and browns rolling hills where the ground is made up of old tires. Includes a source photo of a mountain of tires in California taken by Canadian photographer Edward Burtynsky.
November 14, 2025 at 2:14 PM
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Dreamstate (2025)
A dark image of governmental building appearing in many forms a the hazy cloud of dream-state.
November 12, 2025 at 2:56 PM
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All About The Bones (2025)

Consider your high station
Think about your fame
All of your creation depended on your frame
Ain’t no doubt about it:
Flesh can set the tone
But when you get down to the rhythm, man
You get right down to the bone
- Chris Smither
All About The Bones (2025) A multi-layered image of bare tree stumps that look like bleached bones set on a background of autumn leaves.
November 8, 2025 at 12:59 PM
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Think Geologically (2025)
Think Geologically (2025) An image of a beach rock face amid other rocks, semi-transparent with an image of the seashore waves in its face and some turbulent waves underneath it. The rock sits on top of a smaller rock and together looks like an apple with stem. Geology I know the origin of rocks, settling out of water, hatching crystals from fire, put under pressure in various designs I gathered pretty, picnic after picnic. And I know about love, a little, igneous lust, the slow affections of the sedimentary, the pressure on earth out of sight to rise up into material, something solid you can hold, a whole mountain, for example, or a loose collection of pebbles you forgot you were keeping. - Robert King
November 6, 2025 at 1:47 PM
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Beep! Beep! (2025)
Beep! Beep! (2025) An image of a white car with racing stripe emerging from a tunnel driven by the Road Runner. The car has a dent in its bumper with a splat silhouette of Wile E. Coyote in it.
November 4, 2025 at 12:43 PM
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Some Desperate Glory (2025)
Some Desperate Glory (2025) An image of a city in ruins in dark browns as seen through the broken wall of a building. some desperate glory the city was left in ruin torn body of circumstance. seen through battered walls of smothered conversation a second before the explosion. our pantomime celebrations where sound has drowned itself in the ringing, crowds gather body parts amid the rubble. we cling to the outcome desperate for some manner of glory where the worth of breaking light does not keep us chained or collateral damage. a dawn unconcerned with us, gathering our dust as only an endless measure of time.
November 2, 2025 at 12:56 PM
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Pizza de los Muertos (2021)

Happy Halloween! 👻

Its normally also Pizza Day in our house so we're saving some for the our dear dead relatives...
A colorful image of a Dia de los Muertos mask superimposed on top of a pizza. Give thanks and respect to those who came before you.
October 31, 2025 at 1:20 PM
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Where the Buoys Are (2019)

Another older photo taken in Spring after a Quebec winter that saw one of the channel buoys in the Saint Laurent drift up the Gaspésie and land on our beach. It languished there sun-bathing and seemed lonely so I gave it a companion.
An image of a beach along the St Lawrence river in the Bas-st-Laurent where a bright red channel buoy has found its way to shore. And in its loneliness has attracted a companion to share in the sun-bathing.
October 28, 2025 at 1:41 PM