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| Bob Seidemann James Gurley Big Brother and the Holding Company 1967 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Paul Caponigro Stone and Tree 1967 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Paul Caponigro Stonehenge 1967 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Paul Caponigro Stonehenge 1967 gelatin silver print Princeton University Art Museum |
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| Joanne Leonard Four Old Friends with Babies 1967 gelatin silver print Princeton University Art Museum |
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| Joanne Leonard Reunion of Lifelong Friends 1968 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Tony Ray-Jones Scarborough 1967 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Tony Ray-Jones Bournemouth 1967 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Danny Lyon Demolition Men's Headquarters, 38 Ferry Street ca. 1967 gelatin silver print Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio |
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| Danny Lyon Dropping a Wall ca. 1967-68 gelatin silver print Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio |
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| Danny Lyon Weightlifters, Texas Department of Corrections ca. 1968 gelatin silver print Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
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| Danny Lyon Showers, Texas Department of Corrections ca. 1968 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Duane Michals Self Portrait as if I were Dead 1968 gelatin silver print Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Judy Dater Portrait of a Woman 1968 gelatin silver print Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Bruce Davidson East 100th Street ca. 1968 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Eugene Dwiggins American Woman #3 1969 C-print Princeton University Art Museum |
The Race
This dream is green
And actual memory:
My father and I
In the neighbor's yard
Having just stepped
Forth from the woods,
In summer, evening,
The light gone gauzy
About the shrubbery.
Perhaps it is joy
In the strangeness
Of our being together
Alone in such a place,
Or maybe it's only
The way the lawn slopes
Down its long expanse
Into our own backyard
That makes me dare him
To the race, first
One home the winner.
And am halfway there
And certain when he
Simply passes me by,
His trousers a thresh
Of fabric flowing
Smoothly on my right,
And then the amazing
Sight of him running
Steadily beyond me,
This father of chairs
And silences, halt
Figure of my youth.
How could I know then
My pursuit of him
Would never again come
Gladly to such an end?
– Robert Gibb (1990)