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	Comments on: John Claridge&#8217;s Spent Moments	</title>
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	<description>In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London</description>
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		By: Marcia Howard		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Marcia Howard]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2022 16:29:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A lost world, although thankfully immortalised in stunning photography. I grew up in London, and recall the knife grinder coming round to where we lived, and also a man mending the cane seating of a chair, sat on the kerb along Sloane Street SW3, with his feet in the road.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A lost world, although thankfully immortalised in stunning photography. I grew up in London, and recall the knife grinder coming round to where we lived, and also a man mending the cane seating of a chair, sat on the kerb along Sloane Street SW3, with his feet in the road.</p>
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		By: Bailey Jones		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Bailey Jones]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2022 17:17:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Great photos. Full of a whistful emotions.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great photos. Full of a whistful emotions.</p>
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		By: Cherub		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Cherub]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2022 23:01:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[These are such fantastic images - there is something about black and white photography, it often has a greater depth than colour.

I particularly like the “cool dudes” photo from 1961, it’s the year I was born.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>These are such fantastic images &#8211; there is something about black and white photography, it often has a greater depth than colour.</p>
<p>I particularly like the “cool dudes” photo from 1961, it’s the year I was born.</p>
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		By: Lynne Perrella		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Lynne Perrella]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2022 13:44:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Very difficult to express..........but I will make an attempt.   
John Claridge&#039;s photos of HIS surroundings and well-loved environs have given ME a much 
deeper/layered insight into the gritty city I grew up in.   Pittsburgh in the 1950s was a place of 
grime, coal dust, earnest workers, loving neighbors, impish kids, glittering moments of culture,
grinding decades of labor, ethnic flavors and voices, aspirations, equivocations.   And so much more.   Need I add --- I would not change an instant of my upbringing in that city of stark contradictions.  Hushed libraires/raucous saloons.   Sports mania/a symphony playing on a river barge.  White sheets drying on a line/&quot;granular&quot; air quality and red dust.  
Thank you John Claridge and GA.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Very difficult to express&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.but I will make an attempt.<br />
John Claridge&#8217;s photos of HIS surroundings and well-loved environs have given ME a much<br />
deeper/layered insight into the gritty city I grew up in.   Pittsburgh in the 1950s was a place of<br />
grime, coal dust, earnest workers, loving neighbors, impish kids, glittering moments of culture,<br />
grinding decades of labor, ethnic flavors and voices, aspirations, equivocations.   And so much more.   Need I add &#8212; I would not change an instant of my upbringing in that city of stark contradictions.  Hushed libraires/raucous saloons.   Sports mania/a symphony playing on a river barge.  White sheets drying on a line/&#8221;granular&#8221; air quality and red dust.<br />
Thank you John Claridge and GA.</p>
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		By: Mark		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Mark]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2022 10:33:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Moving and beautiful.
Mr Scanlon bears more than a passing resemblance to Eric Blair (George Orwell.)
John Claridge is perhaps the finest photographer that ever existed on these septic Isles.
Made my Sunday morning, thanks!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Moving and beautiful.<br />
Mr Scanlon bears more than a passing resemblance to Eric Blair (George Orwell.)<br />
John Claridge is perhaps the finest photographer that ever existed on these septic Isles.<br />
Made my Sunday morning, thanks!</p>
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		By: Richard Smith		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Richard Smith]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2022 10:08:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Claridges&#039;s pictures are very evocative and underline the idea that everyone has their tale to tell. I enjoyed looking at them and thinking about them. Thanks.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Claridges&#8217;s pictures are very evocative and underline the idea that everyone has their tale to tell. I enjoyed looking at them and thinking about them. Thanks.</p>
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		By: achim		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[achim]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2022 09:27:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[John Claridge&#039;s photographs remind me of a discovery I made myself when I was taking photographs: at the moment they are taken, human faces are transient in time — it is only when you look at the finished photographs at a distance in time that you recognise their strong characters.

Love &#038; Peace
ACHIM]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>John Claridge&#8217;s photographs remind me of a discovery I made myself when I was taking photographs: at the moment they are taken, human faces are transient in time — it is only when you look at the finished photographs at a distance in time that you recognise their strong characters.</p>
<p>Love &amp; Peace<br />
ACHIM</p>
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		By: Di Corry		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Di Corry]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2022 07:55:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As always, John&#039;s photos take me right back to the East End I lived in.
The faces and the powerful images resonate and reignite so many memories......thank you.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As always, John&#8217;s photos take me right back to the East End I lived in.<br />
The faces and the powerful images resonate and reignite so many memories&#8230;&#8230;thank you.</p>
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		By: Andy		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Andy]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2022 07:45:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It is these kind of photos that make me glad I vame from the East End.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It is these kind of photos that make me glad I vame from the East End.</p>
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