Oh The Perspective

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Steve McCurry Karachi, Pakistan ,1985

Christopher Morris / Black Star An orphan boy in the street Ulikemina (Street of Peace) in downtown Grozny. (September 1996)

Alexey Titarenko: City Of Shadows Untitled, (Variant Crowd 2), 1993

Steelworker with Goggles, Pittsburgh 1955 © The Heirs of W. Eugene Smith courtesy Black Star

A Frenchman weeps as German soldiers march into the French capital, Paris, on June 14, 1940, after the Allied armies had been driven back across France.

Jerry Uelsmann Untitled, 1982

Scot Mutter: A More Perfect World A lyric I wrote isn’t meant to define this image but to speak to it and at the same time to introduce a truism of human nature: I’m a pilgrim on the edge,on the edge of my perceptionWe are travelers at the edge,we are always at the edge of our perceptions. —Scott Mutter, Surrational Images

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