Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Klaus Bohn-Connected
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Klaus Boun-bull elephant
Texture of the skin strengthens the fearlessness and at the same time the beauty of this large animal...
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Klaus Bohn-The Prophet
The expression say it all, the depth and strenght of character speaks for itself. Learning to read is the essence of photography, feeling the art of black and white photography that sculptures the message...
Friday, September 5, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Klaus Bohn-Entwined
Hey Klaus,
I am so glad that Mike came home to see you--even if it is snowing. As far as pictures go, you can come up whenever the two of us find a convenient time. I just finished looking at our wedding album--and 8 years later I love her more than I could have ever thought possible. Richelle is a great woman,--and I want to thank you once again for capturing our special day on film. All of us have to hang around this side of heaven--I know there are going to be special days ahead of us. We just have to have eyes to see it--and a master photographer to turn our days into art.
A Poem:
For the master photographer all is lost,
No one can capture what seems like dross.
Only he could see the light,
When darkness surrounded all our lives.
With a flash and a touch of paint,
He made an image of wandering saints.
The saints may stumble, the saints may fall,
Only The Master catches all.
Chris Anderberg
Love,
Chris&Richelle
I am so glad that Mike came home to see you--even if it is snowing. As far as pictures go, you can come up whenever the two of us find a convenient time. I just finished looking at our wedding album--and 8 years later I love her more than I could have ever thought possible. Richelle is a great woman,--and I want to thank you once again for capturing our special day on film. All of us have to hang around this side of heaven--I know there are going to be special days ahead of us. We just have to have eyes to see it--and a master photographer to turn our days into art.
A Poem:
For the master photographer all is lost,
No one can capture what seems like dross.
Only he could see the light,
When darkness surrounded all our lives.
With a flash and a touch of paint,
He made an image of wandering saints.
The saints may stumble, the saints may fall,
Only The Master catches all.
Chris Anderberg
Love,
Chris&Richelle
Monday, July 7, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
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