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15 Feb 2016 Neil E. Das

Winter in Black and White

5 May 20155 May 2015 Neil E. Das

Scenes from the Life of a Father – Two Portraits in Black and White

11 Jan 2015 Neil E. Das

Pod and Vine – Milkweed in Black and White

9 Dec 201418 Nov 2025 Neil E. Das

One from the Hard Drive – Chase Park Plaza at Night with the Gateway Arch – Black and White Night Photography

22 Nov 2014 Neil E. Das

First Snow in Black and White – World’s Fair Pavilion and 1904 Flight Cage – Forest Park and St. Louis Zoo

12 Nov 201412 Nov 2014 Neil E. Das

Don’t Make It a One Night Stand – St. Francis de Sales Oratory – The Cathedral of South St. Louis

4 Mar 2014 Neil E. Das

Almost Time to Spring, er, Slip Forward – Jewel Box Sundial – Forest Park, St. Louis

2 Dec 2013 Neil E. Das

Three of King Louis IX of France – St. Louis Art Museum – Forest Park – Night Photography

25 Oct 2012 Neil E. Das

Winging Homeward – Crows at Dusk with Power Lines

27 Jun 2012 Neil E. Das

In the Little Leagues – Negotiating Base Paths

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Autumnal. A post-apocalyptic vision in North County... Time of the goldenrod. Yesterday morning, the clouds were aglow with the dawning. It had been a week since September's heat dome had broken, and the pool was in the nether world between summer's joyful splashings and being drained and covered for the winter. My time in the pool in the summer was in the glorious long evenings, but with 4 resident young boys the pool had seen far more exciting hours. I was walking C who had probably put on about 25 lbs since my last visit. The scene was also evocative enough to spawn a haiku. Morning glory. A glory faded, but glory nonetheless. Monarchs on goldenrod. Feels like home III. Autumn, the cornfields, the soybeans, yellow flowers, and goldenrod. #illinois #autumn Feels like home II. Autumn, the cornfields, the soybeans, yellow flowers, and goldenrod. #illinois #autumn
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