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Vision Of Vivian Maier

For Vivian, there was peace. For her photos; much to say. It's not that Vivian didn't try. Vivian didn't play. To sell her photos; only dreams. Vivian's wait pursue. And in her death soon came through. Her photos up for auction, one could not surmise the value of a woman: especially one that wise. Discovered in an auction. A treasure of a find. Promoted for her talent by one who had the mind. First come to a gallery. Her photos on the wall. A radiance of talent, and finally seen by all. The frames of bistro's boasting. Small cafe's in light. Charming faces blooming; character's delight. A passion that grew stronger. This gifted talent dire. A fate long in the waiting. The vision: Vivian Maier.

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Date: 1/16/2016 8:51:00 PM
i've seen an exhibit of her work, trevor, and i think she had an amazing eye. it was a privilege to have the opportunity to see her pictures. i wonder what she would have thought of having her work displayed, though, especially since she hadn't developed them during her lifetime.
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Trevor McLeod
Date: 1/17/2016 12:50:00 PM
I think she would be insulted. She kept separate from others so long that it would be hard to accept interference. Sad, but it's what made her great. LOL