This great old door with its fake flowers were also shot during my walk with young Mr. Russell.
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July 22nd, 2009
The river, so busy with boats, and with the tide streaming in, still looks peaceful and calm just after the sun has set. The lights of the town turn the sky pink above them, as the boats bob slowly against the quickly darkening sky. I especially love the red reflection from the light on top of the bridge as it twinkles against the water. July 22nd, 2009
Fishing crates all stacked up. I would assume to carry fish that the fisherfolk have caught. Taken on a wonderful walk with the young Mr. Russell, one the last we have before he heads north, and I head west. March 24th, 2009
“Well, that I may, but at least I’m not missing my lower as you appear to be.” “My lower has gone missing? Completely? You don’t say. I suppose you’ll tell me next that I don’t have a head either.” “It’s certainly possible.” “My word.” “Say, do you think that with your upper, and my lower, we might be able to make a whole?” “I’m afraid not, we’re not cut in the same places.” “That’s a shame, but I suppose that even if our parts matched, we’d still be short a head.” “Well, I don’t see why that matters…” |
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