Looking at life, looking at what it could be,
looking at what it is really real, looking at what it could be really real.
Happy Birthday Mr. Uelsman!
La storia “borderline” di un fotografo eccezionale.
The eccentric photographer known as Disfarmer (1884-1959) seemed to be a man determined to shroud himself in mystery. Born Mike Meyers, the sixth of seven children in a German immigrant family, Disfarmer rejected the Arkansas farming world and the family in which he was raised. He even claimed at one point in his life that a tornado had lifted him up from places unknown and deposited him into the Meyers family.
In time Mike expressed his discontent with his family and farming by changing his name to Disfarmer. In modern German “meier” means dairy farmer, and since he thought of himself as neither a “Meyer” nor a “farmer,” Mike Meyer became “dis”- farmer.
Per info: http://www.disfarmer.com/
“A book is not complete until it’s read. The reader’s mind flows through sentences as through a circuit – it illuminates them and brings them to life”.
Thank you Mr. Doctorow to let us dream with reality, even the worst. Have a wonderful Ragtime up there.