4th concept for the day's photo and the best of the worst of the lot. the air smells smoky from the area fire and I'm tired.
Do enough public photography and I'll grow impervious to people presuming me conspicuously strange, right?
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4th concept for the day's photo and the best of the worst of the lot. the air smells smoky from the area fire and I'm tired.
Do enough public photography and I'll grow impervious to people presuming me conspicuously strange, right?
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Forbidden black rice and crispy deep fried green beans, now not only available in Toronto. Whee for Market Organics.
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Twenty years, almost, in photo i.d. (The big image isn't official i.d. In the latest, no glasses and no smiles allowed.)
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Our haiku group did a reading at versefest.
Mike, Heather, Sheila, Margot, Terry, Claudia, Grant, Betty, Elena, Guy, Pearl
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Light sensitivity headache, brain blur and a crash. Throat, sinuses, vertigo, and oh, to have the size: power ratio of a cold germ.
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hyf the gypsy sun and Marcus McCann ideas duelling in the head at versefest of a war within and without: of lines of engagement of rules of society of defining and navigating ownership and identity.
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All my the blood running in my head and none left for extremities. Purple popsicle toes come from thinking in one posture at the keyboard for those few hours it takes to complete one thought.
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With textures from textures for layers of kaleidoscope sky and ruby blossom's flower pots.
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