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A celebration of lossPhotography, necessarily, is a medium of mourning. From the moment the shutter closes, what is captured behind is a record of a moment that once was but has now ceased to exist. That record serves as a locus of memory -- a physical artifact of the people, places and objects along the unique journey that comprises our past; hard evidence of how we got to where we are today. It is both an imperfect and an ultraperfect record, as the camera sees both more and less than the eye. Revisiting an experience through a photograph reveals a new kind of sight: the stark clarity of a crisp detail against a sea of blurred color, the poignancy in the juxtaposition of the elegant beside the profane, the aching hope in the tone of skin aglow with just the right light. This experience has the power to color our vision forward, as well. We begin to see through the viewfinder even without a camera in hand. We find beauty in the most unexpected places. We see