“They talked in the shorthand of old friends and shared memories.” ~Dee Henderson, “Before I Wake”
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Beautiful.
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Thanks Gigi. I love it when I walk past something and it just grabs my eyes and won’t let go.
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Love all the contrasts in this shot, the soft flowers/bark texture, light/dark, and old/new! A beautiful image and the words to match.
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Thanks for pointing out all those contrasts, Gunta. That must have been what made me respond so strongly to this tiny scene without knowing exactly why.
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Such beautiful textures – weathered wood always grabs me!
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I’m a sucker for weathered wood also. It has the same beauty and depth as an aged face.
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Yes, and we look upon such with reverence.
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Love the difference in textures!!
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Thank you Val. Me too!
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