Zizzie answered this call. Many of the letters were sent by mail from Chicago where Zilphia worked to Fort Williams in Cape Elizabeth where Harry was stationed as a sergeant in the United States Army. The two eventually married in 1943.
The promise to keep the box sealed was held, the contents of the love letters remaining a secret until the date the Lunds indicated they would like them released. Exchanges between the two, often handwritten but sometimes made with a typewriter, span about two decades, eventually including letters from Harvey Lund, their son (born in 1945), to his father.
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Photographer Roger May was born in the Tug River Valley on the West Virginia/Kentucky border. His soon-to-be published "Testify" is, he says, "a visual love letter to Appalachia, the land of my blood. This is my testimony of how I came to see the importance of home and my connection to place."
But those letters have made headlines, with REALTOR associations across the country discouraging their use in the real estate industry. In July 2021, Oregon became the first state to make buyer love letters illegal, though the ban was later struck down by a federal court in March 2022. The National Association of REALTORS warns that letters sharing personal details can raise red flags. Often those letters reference protected classes under the Fair Housing Act or state and local fair housing laws, including race, color, religion, sex, disability, familial status or national origin.
Even if it is unintentional, buyer love letters introduced into the transaction put the seller at risk of violating fair housing laws should they decide to accept or reject an offer based on information related to these protected classes.
Smokler says a classic example of what can go wrong in a letter is someone describing their family celebrating Christmas around the fireplace. It sounds harmless, but it reveals religion and familial status. If a seller accepts or rejects the offer based on that information, it goes against the Fair Housing Act.
The FTb is a workhorse SLR camera with a sturdy metal body, manual focus, manual exposure, shutter speeds ranging from 1 second to 1/1000th of a second, and a combination self-timer and stop down lever. The camera is fully mechanical and everything but its light meter works without a battery, so you can continue taking pictures even if the light meter or battery fails.
I also love Canon FD lenses because they feature intermediate clicks between f-stops. Some lenses from other manufacturers have just one click per f-stop. So if your exposure really wants to be between f4 and f5.6, you have to pick one or the other and hope for the best. With an FD lens, you can click to the intermediate spot and get a more exact exposure.
The counter-argument to the weight complaint is that little heft can be a good thing. The solidity of the Canon FTb may help me avoid blurry images at low shutter speeds. I feel pretty confident shooting at 1/30th or even 1/15th of a second with a standard 50mm lens on an FTb.
My best guess is that my earlier technique of comparing 60 minute blocks of measurements showed more of the natural fluctuation of background radiation throughout the day. When I switched to 10 minute blocks, maybe that fluctuation averaged out better between the lens measurements and the control, and maybe these particular lenses are not radioactive after all. But once again, I emphasize that I am not a scientist and everyone should do their own research and make their own decisions.
I fell in love with Paris from the instant I first landed in this city as a young man in 1975. I have now lived in Paris and photographed the life of this city for almost forty years. I have traveled to over ninety countries and photographed many of the major world events of these past four decades. Throughout this time, the life of Paris, my adopted home, has always reminded my heart and my vision, in spite of the difficulties and challenges the world can present, of how beautiful and wonderful life can be.
In my early years in Paris in the mid-1970s, I sought out many of my heroes: photographers Cartier-Bresson, Doisneau, Kertsz, Boubat, Ronis, and others, and had the incredible good fortune to have known most of them, not only as a source of inspiration, but as close friends and mentors. In the early 1980s, I worked as an assistant to Robert Doisneau. The one thing that all of these people had in common that touched me most was a spirit that when one walks out the door in the morning with heart and eyes open, there may be a gift waiting to be discovered at every street corner.
As my own career in photography took off and I began to travel widely, I would always return home to Paris to walk with joy and photograph life in the streets and on the riverbanks of this wonderful city. Possibly more than in any other city in the world, the visual landscape of Paris presents a constant expression of the beauty and power of love, seen through the tender kisses and embraces that can be publicly seen, literally anywhere, at any time, and always.
Photography is about sharing, with ourselves and others, moments that touch our eyes, and more importantly, our hearts. Implicit in sharing, like a kiss, is a notion of love, and of giving. Paris has given me so much, as it has given to so many. This book is my love letter to Paris. It is an expression of my profound gratitude to this city and to the many people whose paths I have crossed here. Like a kiss, I offer here an expression of hope and love for our present and our future.
"School. What intelligent observations can I glean from the first two weeks? I pass through the labyrinths, corridors, see familiar faces, select and discard classes and activities, fluctuate between unquenchable curiosity and heavy, inert boredom."
Their young author, writing to his girlfriend and pondering topics ranging from college classes to social class, could be any of us who ever wondered where we fit in the world. Except he went on to become the 44th president of the United States, the first African American to hold the highest office in the nation.
The series of letters written by Barack Obama to his then-girlfriend, Alexandra McNear, are now part of the collection of Emory's Stuart A. Rose Manuscript, Archives and Rare Book Library, where they are available to scholars and students by appointment. There will be an opportunity to view facsimiles of the letters on Friday, Oct. 20, from 2 t0 4 p.m. in the Woodruff Commons of the Rose Library.
Beautifully composed, the letters "reveal the search of a young man for meaning and identity," says Rosemary Magee, Rose Library director. "While intimate in a philosophical way, they reflect primarily a college student coming to terms with himself and others.
The nine letters in Emory's collection pick up on Sept. 26, 1982, when both are back in classes at their respective schools on opposite coasts, and continue through April 14, 1984, when their romance has cooled to friendship and Obama has finished college and is working at Business International, "with everyone slapping my back" but no passion for the job.
They reference authors ranging from William Butler Yeats and T.S. Eliot to Virginia Woolf and June Jordan, and show a young man trying to make sense of the political and social structures that surround him and grappling with the most effective way to make the changes that he believes are needed.
"What is very striking about the letters is how they show President Obama's intellectual development," says Andra Gillespie, associate professor of political science and director of Emory's James Weldon Johnson Institute for the Study of Race and Difference. "You can see how intellectually curious he is, even in his early 20s.
The letters join other materials in Emory's Rose Library to enrich research on African American history and culture, says Pellom McDaniels III, curator of African American collections for the Rose Library.
"From slavery to the civil rights movement, and now, to the first African American president of the United States, these collections provide tremendous insight into what can be described as a spiritual odyssey to wholeness," he says.
Obama had transferred to Columbia as a junior in 1981. Now starting his senior year, he explains how "it gets harder and harder to swim against the channels of specialization, as the course levels increase," and notes that his favorite class so far is a physics course for non-mathematicians (Obama majored in political science) that he is taking to fill a science requirement.
"Thinking in purely scientific terms, and dealing with scales far removed from the human world, gives me a release and creative escape from the frustrations of studying men and their frequently dingy institutions," Obama writes, before adding, "Of course, the fact that the knowledge I absorb in the class facilitates nuclear war prevents a clean break."
"I must admit large dollops of envy for both groups, my American friends consuming their life in the comfortable mainstream, the foreign friends in the international business world," Obama tells McNear. "Caught without a class, a structure, or a tradition to support me, in a sense the choice to take a different path is made for me.
Emblematic of the entire series of correspondence, he also takes time to respond point by point to a previous letter from McNear, who is struggling with her own understanding of herself and the world.
"I trust you know that I miss you, that my concern for you is as wide as the air, my confidence in you as deep as the sea, my love rich and plentiful," he pledges, before signing the missive "Love, Barack."
The letters clearly show that for Obama, "writing is a form of discovery, a way of discovering himself and charting a future," Magee says. "He is looking to find his place and he doesn't neatly fit the categories that surround him, which is a concern to him, yet he also recognizes that it gives him a distinct perspective that he is grappling with." 152ee80cbc
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