“For now we see through a glass, darkly”
- 1 Corinthians 13
While ruffling through dusty boxes in my attic I came across a photograph that, in my estimation, was particularly well composed. The photograph was of a steam locomotive making its way round a bend. A line of smoke and steam traced the path the locomotive had taken over the field; and although the photograph was in black and white, the photographer faithfully captured the elegance and power of the locomotive era. And as the mechanical precision of the past came bellowing into my contemporary dwelling space, the lines of Wordsworth’s “Steamboats, Viaducts, and Railways” ran through my mind. Surely, I though as I admired the piece, this ought to qualify as “fine art photography.”
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