Anne Emerson-Photographer,
Wordsmith, and Twin


These ducks were performing an advanced kayaking trick - the ferry glide! In a strong current, we can angle the boat (or the body) almost vertical to the current, and allow the force of the water to drive us where we want to go.
Annie's Newest Project, Below
Six Faces of Niagara Falls, Ontario, Border Town
To see how pictures speak a thousand words, please click on the arrow at right. The project is about eleven minutes long, with music. To hear the music, you may click the musical-note icon. Annie added a few videos at the end.​
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This project is more of a photo essay than a gallery of pretty pictures. Annie's attention was called to some glaring societal contradictions suggested by a few days in Niagara Falls, Ontario.


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Annie calls the photo at left, "Crescent Sun." This was taken during the cloudy-day eclipse of April 8, 2024 at Niagara Falls, Ontario. More photos from that trip are in the current photo project slide show, above.

You had to be there to see the power of the water! And yet, many creatures had made this place their home, and they appeared to love it. You can see the spray from Horseshoe Falls behind the trees at left.
Rose Art Project




































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Annie had a one-person "Hallway Show" in June-July 2023.
The video box with blurry tulips is a video of Annie talking about the show. To hear her, please click the musical notes at bottom right of the box.
Thanks go to Annie's husband Chuck for taking the video.
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The box with sunrise, below right, contains slides for a talk Annie gave about the show and about Photography as Art; there is no sound with these slides.

Annie's Hallway Show


Ten Years Later
My longtime friend - who knew she’d never see
more daffodils – would stoop, to stop and sniff
without regret or guile, inviting me
to carry on as though there were no grief.
One outing, over lunch and what you will,
I said, “You can’t have that.” Her rage popped out,
then vanished, unexpressed. She ate, looked ill,
excused herself, then went for walkabout.
And after that which passed, unspoken, there?
To mourn should call for black; but spring arrived,
in blush and cream, inordinately fair –
despite my dusk, the world itself survived.
There was no service, per her wishes then.
Still, I had lunch with her each year, for ten.
Annie's Working Projects
Redbud Art Project, and Historic Triangle Art Photos
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Motion Pan Art Project



