dispatches – flip holsinger

Posted on February 17, 2020March 30, 2020by Flip Holsinger

Scan of journal entry with photo of white guardian dog.

“Make me little…”

Posted on March 2, 2025March 2, 2025by Flip Holsinger

My mother talks to flowers

I’m talking to flowers, but it’s ok…

Posted on September 26, 2024March 29, 2025by Flip Holsinger

I light a candle for you and pray to Saint Herle

Posted on May 8, 2024May 8, 2024by Flip Holsinger

andrew wyeth, Cormac McCarthy, photo technique, photojournalism, Water

The End of Summer

Posted on July 26, 2021July 26, 2021by Flip Holsinger

Hubris

Posted on July 3, 2021March 2, 2025by Flip Holsinger

Molly and the memory stones

Posted on April 28, 2021January 23, 2024by Flip Holsinger

Into the kingdom of shepherds

Posted on April 14, 2021April 16, 2021by Flip Holsinger

andrew wyeth, Cormac McCarthy, photo technique

Rose played her music…

Posted on March 15, 2021January 23, 2024by Flip Holsinger

“Let not Insolence ever come among the nations or cities of men, finding favour with the crowd; for after her straightway War will be at hand.” -Babrius (Aesop’s “War and His Bride”)

Posted on June 11, 2020June 11, 2020by Flip Holsinger

The Sheepdog Diaries (a prelude)

Posted on February 6, 2020February 16, 2020by Flip Holsinger

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