Jim Langdon: Photographer

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[My brother-in-law Jim is Eileen (Jannuzzi) Langdon's husband.  I am a great admirer of his work, so I thought I would share with you his talent. They live near Biltmore, in Asheville, where some of the best inspirations in nature also reside...as you can see.  Enjoy!]


























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  1. LorraineDecember 26, 2020 at 3:00 PM

    Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.

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  2. MarielDecember 26, 2020 at 4:56 PM

    Exquisite as always! Jim has a talent that never ceases to amaze me! I’m so glad you posted these!

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  3. Eileen Jannuzzi LangdonDecember 27, 2020 at 10:55 AM

    I'm a little biased, but I do love his work! :)

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