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Don't let me fall asleep
Direct sunlight!
The silhouettes of winter sun.
Windows of sky, doors of brick.
I have never gotten a photo of the front of the Litchfield Block that truly satisfies me, but I keep trying. It might need to be painted by Edward Hopper or John Sloan.
A tree of sparrows.
I am no good without a little daily Precisionism.
My grandfather would have been a hundred and one today.
The silhouettes of winter sun.
Windows of sky, doors of brick.
I have never gotten a photo of the front of the Litchfield Block that truly satisfies me, but I keep trying. It might need to be painted by Edward Hopper or John Sloan.
A tree of sparrows.
I am no good without a little daily Precisionism.
My grandfather would have been a hundred and one today.
no subject
*hugs*
I feel antique. My mother would have been a hundred this coming December.
Time is what it is. She spanned a good deal of it; you are doing the same.