Tuesday, September 1, 2009

I've moved, or...a new frame of reference.

If you are fond of chronology or linearity, and would like to visit the first post my new blog, click HERE.

If you want to visit the new blog and view the latest post...click HERE

If your not sure it's worth a visit, sneak a peak. Here is a frame into my new world:

Thursday, August 27, 2009

I've decided to buzz off....

...and start anew. If you want to see where I landed,
pollinate here.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

I C U, C'ing Me, C'ing U...

[August 5, 2009.] We drove to the Ammersee, a lake west of Munich, and had planned to ferry across on a steamboat. Shortly after parking, I saw a few men in Lederhosen, some of them carried musical instruments. While waiting for the steamboat to arrive, the music started. A contagious dialect of Bavarian folk music. Then, the crowd broke out in dance.






Two women dancers bore a striking resemblance to each other. One of them glared back at me in presumptive disapproval, the other smiled. In an instant different emotions were summoned, and contrasting reactions glared at my lens. I still can't decide which expression is more honest. I still can't decide which expression I like more.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

a Beetle at the BBC...

Today the BBC's photoblog, Viewfinder, led their post with a familiar set of footprints.


You can check out my beetle photograph and the others selected this week for the theme of Repetition. Click here for the gallery.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

In Trance-igent Transit...

Nostalgia is either...the barren landscape itself, the terrain that invites us to trespass and revel in hallucinations of the past; or perhaps, it is a determined spirit, cloaked in exoskeletal darkness that simply relishes the journey itself.

(Sicilian Sand Beetle, Colonna Pizzuta Beach)


The most gratifying element of travel is domesticating the memory of experience in the desert...dissolving yourself in the hourglass. Here are some of the mirages, as best I can remember...



If you prefer to make your own travel arrangements, click here.

Monday, August 17, 2009

WNYC, Street Shots

The Big Apple's WNYC hosted a street photography contest last year and posted a video of the winner, Joe Wigfall, on their site.

Take a look. You will be pleasantly surprised at Joe's dedication to the art of street photography. He doesn't earn a living doing what he does in the video, but he makes a powerful argument of engaging the streets with his camera...art for art's sake. (And, he doesn't rely on a camera that looks like a piece of field artillery. You will see him carrying a bag from which he draws a small point-and-shoot camera, as well as a more common DSLR-type.)

Joe has his own technique for capturing images as he negotiates the schools of New York City's pedestrians, taxicabs, and bike messengers. He sees with his hands.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Flashback Flourish...

Daniela's Onkel Hermann has an incredible garden, a Blumengarten to be precise. Last week, I spent many early morning hours pacing around the colors with my lens. The flowers were a stark reminder of transience. So, much of the week in Bavaria, I relished the present. The colors. The shapes. The perfumes. The pollen. Trying to push back the inevitable end to a vacation.

Tonight, I revisited the past...one petal at a time.



If you prefer to take your own time, click here.

Photolocutions...

Monday. Back at work. Thinking in pictures. Dwelling on options, alternatives...reality and constraints. Pause. Read a few photoblogs...and found some worthwhile wordy pictograms from some icons in the field.

Antoine d' Agata:
"I don’t believe in photography as art or a job or anything. I think of photography as a language and I think a language should be used to speak, to say what you have to say. So the only things I have to say about my life and what I know about the world, is the way I see it. So, it’s not about photography… I think people should just use photography to say things and not just photography for the sake of photography… The world is full of talented photographers. The problem is just so many of them just don’t know what to say, they think life is one thing and photography is another but they don’t realize that photography is just a way to reflect what you are."

Joel Meyerowitz:
"I think about photographs as being full, or empty. You picture something in a frame and it 's got lots of accounting going on in it - stones and buildings and trees and air - but that 's not what fills up a frame. You fill up the frame with feelings, energy, discovery, and risk, and leave room enough for someone else to get in there."

Agata's framing of photography as a fluency, a language of self-expression made think, for a long time. Then I felt at a loss for words. Meyerowitz's talk of space and the challenge of evoking emotion made me wonder about scarcity and exuberance. Then I felt a bit of cabin fever.

So, I went for a walk, and remembered a series of lines from an article written by the Spanish philosopher José Ortega y Gasset. The article, written decades ago is titled, "The Difficulty of Reading." I do not recall the precise quote, but Ortega y Gasset wrote about the nature of language, and the act of reading. He wrote about how reading was always a negotiation between a text that said too much and too little...an act that teased and tantalized...indeterminacy and meaning.

I felt wedged between a philosophical banality and an alluring photographic arrogance. I kept walking and thought to myself...depressing the shutter is a brief, but complicated enterprise.

Still Monday. Back to work.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Fußgängerzone Follies in München...

The "Fußgängerzone," or pedestrian area in downtown Munich is a street photographer's paradise. My eyes seized on many more opportunities than my lens, but I did not dwell on missed opportunities for too long. This strip of human congestion is a living museum, a collection and arrangement of human complexity, and I am going to miss it. Here is a series of thirty-something street glances....mostly from the hip.



If you prefer to linger in the Biergarten and finish your Weißbier at your own pace, click here.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Setting Sail...

(Ari soaks in one last Sicilian sunset in Marzamemi.)

Tomorrow we leave Sicily and the Mediterranean cousins, and will track north to Bavaria. Tonight's farewells were full of tears for some. The last few days we have meandered through a few notable cities in the southeastern corner of the island.

I wish that I could do more than share images. I wish you could hear the guttural melodies of the local dialect, taste the culinary delights...as complex as the history layered about the land, breath in the aromas of sea salts, sand and wild sage, but I leave you with some of my favorite impressions...



If you want to share in our nostalgic farewell at your own pace, click here.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Sightseeing in Sicily....

Yesterday Daniela and I visited Vendicari, a nature preserve. The walk through the now parched marsh led to the beach and the stone carapace of a three-hundred year old "tonnara," a site into which fishermen would herd tuna and trap them.

Later we escaped the heat traveling to another beach. The kids have been running around with their cousins. I've been walking around the garden. And we've all been enjoying the fruits of the sea, and other food oddities.



If you want to peak over my shoulder at your own pace, click here.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

La Sicilia...un pezzo di paradiso

I arrived yesterday, and joined the rest of the family. Daniela and the kids are sporting a deep terracotta hue. They gave me an opportunity to catch up. Today was a warm Mediterranean Sunday, and Sicily reminded me of other islands with their unique customs, faces, architecture, and oddities. It feels so familiar...timeless in a way.

A handful of images from today...



If you prefer to explore at your own pace, click here.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Two Stripes Makes It Three at the BBC...


I'm partial to geometries, grids, lines, contours and contrasts...abstractions, desolate spaces, a few faces, and industrial places. Once in a while, I have found it good practice to cast aside my preference for cold and dark moods, and photograph moments of a different nature.


(If you want to view the slideshow, click here.)


Sunday, July 19, 2009

Pylons, Perspectives and a Few People...

This morning, I set out to test my new tripod. The Jefferson monument, as seen from across the Tidal Basin, was deserted. So I gathered up my gear and headed west to visit Honest Abe. By 0815 the place was teaming with early risers eager to beat the heat. I saw an opportunity for a shadowy self-portrait and took it, but before walking towards the colonnade, I noticed the array of square granite pylons next to me, a poorly disguised but well-designed security barrier.


Those pylons, the ones I glanced over upon my arrival at the edge of the Reflecting Pool, turned out to be the key to an enjoyable series of shots. After watching people flow along and through them and walk across their shadows, I gained a new appreciation for the blocks, and their design. You probably won't share my enthusiasm for the granite cubes, but take a peek anyway.




If you'd like to weave between the granite, at your own pace, click here.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Camera-Ready Conveyance...

Shaun Irving turned a truck into a camera. He then toured the Spanish countryside and took incredible large format pictures. "That tour," he writes in his website, "made me realize that in the truck, meeting people, and taking photos is where I need to be." I envy his focus.

If you are ever near Richmond, Virginia...you should visit him. Here is a gallery of his work:




Here is a short movie about him....

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Curiousity Cabinets...

Museums...they display, exhibit, arrange, catalog, categorize, expose, feature, and showcase. And one of my favorites is the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, a particularly intriguing social space always swarming. For a few hours this Saturday, I dissolved myself in the crowds. The Tourists. The Spectators. The Voyeurs...those infused with a nostalgia for the past and for human exploits over nature, those are the people-objects I came to see. (The displays in the cases bore me after a few minutes.) The museum experience I relish is the interplay between the gazers and the objects they confront, ignore, gawk at, pass over....

Among the curios and curious, I spied innocence reclining near the remains of the past.


Take a look for yourself, and eye the Other(s) and their interactions.



If you want to collect specimens at your own pace...click here.

Friday, July 10, 2009

ISO-metric Imagery...

It was a dark and grainy night...photographically speaking. How it ended up that way, I'm not exactly sure. Perhaps it was the hours I spent at the pub with other fans before the game and my affinity for the graininess of Guinness draught. Perhaps it was the compulsion to change the textures and experiment a bit...to reflect the upcoming noise at the Stadium. I vaguely remember taking a deep breath, adjusting the ISO setting to 3200 and then heading to the nearest Metro Station. Two stops later, we arrived at RFK Stadium to watch the US Men's National Team play Honduras. The National team played well, and fans on both sides provided much of the entertainment.



If you want to go against the grain, at your own pace...click here.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Back in Black...at the BBC

A few months ago, I planned an early morning weekend visit to the steps behind the Lincoln Memorial, and Ari volunteered to tag along. We sat on the steps and watched the crew teams row along the Potomac. We talked and we took pictures. I saw that his shadow was taller than mine, and I couldn't resist musing about the omen and its interpretations. Click. After about an hour, he gave me the look , "Are we done?" So, we headed to our favorite bagel shop for breakfast.

That day will arrive soon enough, the day foreshadowed by the moment when a father sees his son's shadow reach beyond his own. For now, I'll defer the future and focus on the specific moment...that hour on those steps.
__________

The category was Black. Click here to read the BBC Blog Editor's comments, or sidestep the narrative and click here for the gallery.

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Friday, June 26, 2009

Halting Hesitation...

There are times when we pause, and contemplate what lies ahead. Sometimes we self-consciously hide these moments. Transparency seems more opaque after the onset of adulthood.

(Click anywhere on the picture for your own close-up.)

Here, my nephew ponders and processes, frozen in pose as he looks up at the slide. I was lucky to be a few feet away and able to memorialize the indecision. He was so honest about his assessment. It made me smile.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Garden Variety Geometries...

Most of my workday includes sitting under fluorescent lights and walking over synthetic carpets. Today, the artificiality of such labor induced an urge to take a long lunch. So, I walked around the US Botanic Garden just a few blocks away. Cellulose curves. Fibered forms. Colored chaos. Festive furrows. I decided to alternate between multicolor and monochrome, a tale of a tour, told in ten pictures.



(If you want to search for your own garden groove, at your own pace...click here.)

The distraction came to an end, and it was time to head back to work. The fluorescent lights were still dull, the carpet still fabricated, but the greenhouse...should still be there tomorrow.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Saturday Asymmetry

The mid-morning rainstorm had ruined his plans to play in the park. When the sun returned, he lifting the paper shade, and peered through the window. I saw the opportunity and greeted him from the other side with the lens. He just stared back.


Later in the day, I noticed other lines with a bit more color and a brighter disposition....

Monday, June 15, 2009

Familiar Faces...


I forgot to mention that Friday evening we gathered for a bit of family fun. The Miami cousins...ventured back into the area and all of our kids ran around for a few hours. Ricky's wild bunch displayed great patience as I followed them around with the camera. Here are a few portraits of the next generation.



(Click here to run around with the little rascals at your own pace.)

S-Capades...

Saturday, we enjoyed leafy Thai lunch, and then headed into DC to watch a soccer double-header. The Washington Freedom played first, and we cheered the women on against their Chicago rivals, the Red Stars. 0-0 was the final result, a sleepy 90 minutes of play.

DC United took the field an hour later. We sat in section 336, close to the Barra Brava section of crazy fans...the supporters that stand and cheer and sing and throw their cups of beer in the air when the team scores. Here are a few glimpses of the more civilized moments.


(Click here and watch the replay at your own pace.)

Sunday, Gabriela had a game in the early afternoon. A few hours later, the grown-ups slipped into their gear and once again thumbed our noses at our age playing for a few hours in the heat and humidity. When it was all said and done, we were all sweaty and on the verge of sunstroke. So we we sat around, and cooled off while telling stories.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Pre-Teen Poetics

They spent the entire day setting the stage and framing the café context, and hours later parents and other family members returned to snap their fingers in approval. Bongo drums and lava lamps conjured images from the past. Tonight, a new generation of poetic hipsters cycled through the stage in their own words, tracing beats laid down by Kerouac and Ginsburg decades ago. After a few click-clicks of the lens, here's a set of visual stanzas...snap-snap.


Click here, and feel free to write your own comments on each image as the beat goes on....

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Memorial Day Weekend...Motorcycles

Yesterday evening Daniela and other neighborhood ladies caught a soccer doubleheader in town. So, another dad and I took the kids for ice cream...the old-fashioned way, walking with a red wagon.


(If you want to ride along in the wagon at your own pace, click here.)

This morning, as they do each Memorial Day Sunday, the police closed I-66 and the Rolling Thunder peered over the asphalt horizon, right on schedule.

I recognized a few of the faces from last year's ride, and enjoyed many new ones. Here are some of my favorites:


If you want to wave at the bikers at your own pace, click here.)

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Palettes and Palimpsests...

My friend Elise exhibited her work yesterday. Fragments of text, memory shards, truncated exclamations of self and other utterances weave in and out of her art. Her new productions eloquently bind disparate and dissonant articulations upon linen. Snippets of speech, status updates, and dream dross. An intrigue in the intersections of memory and experience inspire and fuel her creative frenzy.

She began to paint again after keeping the canvas at bay for over a decade. It was a delight to meander through her projections...

Friday, May 15, 2009

Police Week Pomp and Pageantry...

Every year in May, thousands of law enforcement professionals descend for a week of ceremonies in DC. Legions of cops, in all shapes and sizes, on motorcycles and in antique cars, some with tattoos, some with kilts...they, their friends and family, all gather to pay tribute to lives lost in the line of duty. There are cycling events, motorcycle formations, and antique police car parades throughout town and the surrounding suburbs. At scheduled times, vigils and memorial services interrupt the frenzy.

In the afternoon and into the evenings, bagpiper cops in kilts travel the nearby bars and visit the giant beer tent near the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial. They play their dirges as they enter. We turn and stop, raising our cups, bottles and cans. The pipes rest, and we toast. We drink because they can't. We drink to celebrate their bravery. Cheers to you and to those no longer with us.

Tuesday:

(Click here to wave at the cyclists as they ride into town.)

Wednesday:

(Click here to find shelter in the giant beer tent.)

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Breakfast in Bed

We began the day by cooking up a nice morning meal, a favorite Mothers Day ritual.
After fulfilling nuclear family obligations, we met up with the rest (well, most of) the clan.

(If you want to meander amidst the matriarchs at your own pace, click here.)

Osmosis by the Oasis...

Miniature mermaids, of varying hues, watched over the cocktails last night as neighbors gathered at a recently finished patio-scape. They transformed their yard into a magical watering hole, and we gathered for a few hours to barter, and banter. We soaked our feet, and our lips. We waxed nostalgia under the full moon...reminiscing about our day in the sun.

If you want your own mermaid-guided tour, click here.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Colorless Contrasts...

It rained most of today. So, we decided to forgo our weekly soccer match and spare the pitch the usual trampling. After helping the kids with their homework, and dwelling on their "coming of age" moments and other complexities, I decided to search for clearer contrasts around the neighborhood.

After a rainstorm...the tiny groves in a wooden plank align with an earthworm's natural divisions.


Tiny raindrops cling to the edge of a blade of overgrown grass along the local bike path.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

dental distastes...

The moment I walk out of the dentist's office is the most satisfying...the artificial mint-flavored foam-fluoride taste lingers for a few more minutes, but I savor the exit knowing that this is the moment furthest in time from my next encounter with alien overhead lamps, sinewy metal scrapers, a spittoon that resembles a Georgia O'Keefe-inspired urinal design, fluorescent blue polish grit, and lectures about flossing.

Each visit is an act of surrender. This morning, I sat back in that awkwardly contoured chair, and was lowered to a negative slope like a misplaced algebraic equation on graph paper...all those years of compacted dextrose candy tablets, piraguas, slurpees, dulce de leche, and pasta de guayaba...now recorded in amalgam topographies along my enamel ridge line. I felt like an REI catolog being fondled by a millionaire hippie mountainbiker.

The hygienist talked, and I tried to reciprocate with polite banter, anything to ignore the symphony of whirls and chirps...the smell of the fluorescent blue polish, the temperature of the water whitewashing my enamel...the blasts of air from the annoying aluminum geyser.

My grandfather's two brothers, Alberto and Benjamin, were dentists. My mother's cousin, Berti, is a dentist. His daughter is also a dentist. Root canals, crowns, and bridges, run deep in my maternal family lineage.

During a summer day in the mid-1970's, I accompanied my cousin Joaquito to Berti's office. Joaquito had been newly diagnosed with his first cavities and needed fillings. We were about nine or ten years old. He asked me if they were going to give him an injection of anesthesia. I told him that they'd probably give him at least two. His eyes widened, and he said "ni' pal carajo!" So he refused the anesthesia and I watched in disbelief as his body tensed up, and endured the process. After we left the office, on our way to buy piraguas near the plaza, he smiled and bragged about how tough he'd been. His refusal that day was the single greatest act of idiotic bravery I witnessed as a child.

That moment with Joaquito scarred me, and in an odd nostalgic tribute or conscious mimetic reflex, I tense up just thinking of my next visit.



Saturday, April 25, 2009

Papa Please...

Friday afternoon she called me while I was driving home in the evening. "Papa can you please take me and a friend to see a movie? We want to see 17 Again. Can you take us on Saturday? I'm having a sleepover tonight. OK. Bye. Love you," Gabriela gabbled.

This morning I dutiful played the role of the doting father, with little resistance and much anguish. The moment they bounced into the car with their colorful socks, and charismatic smiles, I softened up a bit. Their enthusiasm infiltrated my sense of skepticism and disarmed me. Pink hosiery. Multi-colored athletic shoes. Polka dots. Figures and hues masterfully deployed by an exuberant young tween. So, off we went to the Tyson's Corner Mall this morning. Arriving at 10:45 am, parking was not a problem. We even had time for a few photo ops before the movie.

Dangling legs added a bit of color to whitewashed concrete.

The girls eyed the latest fashions and played around with the pink poseurs.

Before heading into the movie theater, they found time to create a few still frames of their own.

When the final credits scrolled along the screen, I eagerly reaccessed. The movie was actually enjoyable and this morning had been an unexpected opportunity to just be...a dad.

Friday, April 24, 2009

tulips, two-wheelers, and other tidbits...

Today, I indulged in a long lunch and walked across the Hill to the Senate side for some sushi. (The Dirksen office building cafeteria has a sushi stand, and the prices are ridiculously low. It is one of the Hill's best kept secrets.) On the way back, I walked through a sea of Segways sashaying behind the Capitol...a group of French-speaking tourists warming up for their guided procession.


Here are a few more tulips, tossed in with other tidbits of late. [Click here for the s(l)ideshow.]

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Accidental Allure...

Investigators, whether documenting the scene of a crime or the scene of an accident, often rely on the use of photography to preserve images of the setting. Today, I sat through a Congressional Subcommittee hearing entitled, "Secrecy in the Response to Bayer's Fatal Chemical Plant Explosion." During the testimony, and the questioning that followed, several photographs taken by the investigators from the Chemical Safety Board were displayed on the monitors. Other photographs taken by the CSB investigators (of the Bayer CropScience Chemical Plant in Institute, West Virginia following the explosion on August 28, 2008) were posted on the Congressional Committee's website.

I found the images to be disquieting and demure...spectral and sublime. The tragedy that garnered the attention of the CSB investigator seemed at once disassociated and embedded in the images themselves. The anonymous investigator that took the pictures managed to seize an astounding array of color and compostion, a hint of symmetry and splendor that transcended the devastation and sadness of the moment.

The image that most impressed me....

Here are a few others....

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

(f)utility work(s)...

I walked past the sign, but the words stayed with me...this evening's rain drops percolating in tandem with derivative musings. The sign, a fluorescent beacon marooned in a frenzy of impassivity, was out of place. Peering to the right of the bike trail and then to the left...I saw not a trace of activity, useful or otherwise.

Somebody may show up at that very spot. Tomorrow perhaps, to do some kind of work...I esteemed. This generous presumption then lead to wanting assessments on the nature of labor, jobs, careers....interplays between utility and futility, purpose and pointlessness, meaning and insignificance.

A sign out of place is sometimes just a sign out of place. But, living in DC infuses most of us with a perfumed cynicism and that orange placard and its prescient ironic context could just as easily have been, or will be an epiphany or an epitaph.

Did I read too much into the sign? I've had a long few weeks at work, and the fatigue effortlessly generated a series of questions: Should work speak for itself? Should work produce something that is visible? Did I need a sign that read "pedantic neurotic."

Then I smirked, and kept walking home.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Flag Day at the Foreign Service...

Earlier this afternoon, my sister-in-law sat in the crowd as they announced the postings.
Her first assignment will be a bit more familiar, and she will definitely make use of every item in her diplomatic tool box...as relatives and friends scramble, look into the future...and plan their visits.
Congratulations Sis'!

Monday, March 30, 2009

Signs of Spring...

Sunday morning began with an uninspiring gray fog.
So, I went for a walk in search of color,
and found some, in unexpected places....

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Trooper Tribute...

A few months ago I posted a few words about, and a couple of pictures of Trooper. Trooper died this past January from injuries sustained in a car accident, but today he made an encore appearance during a Congressional Subcommittee Hearing when Subcommittee Chairman, Congressman Bart Stupak, held up his picture.

(Snapshot from Today's Subcommittee Video Recording)

Here is the Wall Street Journal Article that puts it all in context....

Monday, March 23, 2009

...Manic Monday

Today was a late day at the office, a consequence of frantically attempting to meet erratically imposed deadlines. While working well past dinner time, my blackberry vibrated. It was Ari calling, "Papa...when are you coming home? ...At what time?" I tried to explain that I would be home later tonight, but that I could not tell him exactly when. The disappointment in his voice was strident.

Then, thirty minutes later, the blackberry vibrated again. This time it was Gabriela calling, "Papa...when are you coming home?" A deep breath later, I tried to explain, "I'll be heading home soon, after I finish my project...." She read the situation well, and in a moment of wisdom and kindness offered a bit of understanding, "I love you Papa, Goodnight."

Arriving home from work after the kids have gone to bed is fortunately a very rare occurrence, yet I still wonder about those few hours I missed and those other manic moments...the frenzied tales told by children at the end of the day.

Monday, March 16, 2009

...charquitos al carbón

A light rain dusted the deck, disturbed the reflection of leafless trees floating in puddles. The weekend was a mass of gray skies and damp airs...the meteorological incarnation of a large manatee. For a few brief moments on Sunday afternoon, we found warmth with family and other flavors. My brother grilled homemade bison sausage, and other savory delicacies. He is a chef by training, an artist of the palate. You probably think I'm exaggerating, but the flavors he conjured were as delicate as childhood memories of the Island, as refreshing as a fleeting tropical downpour, and as syncretic as Santeria and Spanglish.

He smoked, then grilled, then glazed ribs with his homemade guava chipotle BBQ sauce. This sauce was thick and dark like tamarind syrup. Plenty of sauce remained...so, I drenched my portion of grilled meats with the enthusiasm of a piraguero serving up his last shavings of ice. We ate, and laughed, and celebrated a nephew's birthday. The raindrops marched down from the clouds...slowly, in an orderly fashion, disciplined...much like a colony of water ants. The air was still damp, and crisp. Grey skies were now dark. But that didn't bother me now. The guava flavors had long since crafted more vibrant reflections in the puddles of memory.

If you want your own serving, click here to see the leftovers.

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