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...express emotion, oh wait...they can.
I set out to take photos of someone besides myself to express my thoughts on marriage and how I was impatiently waiting for it. To find the 'right' woman. To find my way into happiness. I set out by buying a wedding dress in a goodwill (as my mom did for her wedding) and finding a woman to fit in said dress (Kelly) and then I took pictures of her in various places wearing the dress.
The shoot was to portray how one can be stuck on a thought (marriage) no matter what they're doing. I was like that. I still have a thought constantly on my mind but it isn't marriage. I realize that this is life and life can give you what it wants. It can take what it wants too. I'm in search of love. A lover to be precise. The search isn't as a search party set out 24/7 to find a missing person. It's more like a morning browsing the newspaper. You don't need to do it but you do on occasion.
It has fascinated me to look back on my photos, my journals, and to attempt an inside look at whom I believe I was then. The past is gone but occasionally i'll come across small post it notes of the way I thought.
It's 2015 and people make resolutions. I'm just wanting to keep doing what i've done these last weeks. Progressing towards someone i'm currently not. To become that person i'm unaware of yet. That person who will look back at this Dane typing these words and think of how these words affecting the Dane then.
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This is a distance shot. For close up, see flickr.com/photos/10112197@N02/2243261100/
With 26 hours away on a trip to San Antonio, Texas, I underwent the problems of not being connected much to FLICKR.
Among your own pursuit of many exhilarating yet pleasurable passions, please keep teaching us, your followers and admirers, how to keep improving our pictures and subjects direct from the camera
With the mortgage crisis in the U.S.A., will the numbers of homeless sky-rocket across this country? Who has an obligation to assist those who lost home, car, job, wife, children, before SUICIDE appears to be an very temporary solution to too many problems? Who will help his/her sister and brother in these trying times? If neither local, state, or federal government have desire to assist these former tax paying citizens, who willl?
Have a long discernment, pray much and lets answers find for the rolls of homeless they will be soon expanding!
EXPLORE # 446 on Monday, April 14, 2008
Original Caption: Photograph taken after midnight on April 17, 1912, G St. near 14th. These boys, 10, 11, and 12 years old, were stuck with over fifty papers in their hands, and vowed they would stay until they sold out if it took all night. The oldest said, my mother makes me sell, April 1912
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Photographer: Hine, Lewis
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Child Labor
National Child Labor Committee
Working Conditions
Factory
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If you like my work and wanna show it by inviting me to one of your groups, you are very welcome to do that, but please do not leave any graphic logos! I'll delete them.
Aba Prefecture, Sichuan.
An exposed section of bristlecone bark spans thousands of years. It's amazing to stand next to a living thing so ancient that this photographer's life will have been just a tiny spec of the record recorded in the twisting wood. This tree was extreemely interesting, having stripes that seemed to have been burned, perhaphs in past fires. This makes me wonder if this tree is particularly unlucky in getting struck by lightning. The wide spacing of bristlecone pines generally offers some protection from forest fires. Although no living bark can be seen in this picture, this tree was still very much alive with strips of bark on the opposite side.
Québec City is very steep. If you want to get to Château Frontenac you are going to have to get up there somehow. One way people do that is by taking the Funiculaire. I wouldn't recommend the rickety stairs to the right ;)
After not seeing inside Wattisfield, I see signs pointing to Hinderclay, so I thought I would drive there to see if there was a church that might be open.
I drive down a narrow lane, leading across ploughed fields and to the edge of the village, where I spot the entrance to the church; a simple gateway, with the church beyond mostly hidden by mature trees.
Impressions of a church is largely dependant on the light one sees inside; many have lights, but that isn't the same as pure sunlight pouring through bright stained glass windows.
St Mary has stunning modern glass, that Simon will describe better than I can. But my memory of this wonderful church is those windows and the colourful light that flooded the church.
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This lovely little church is a regular port of call of mine. It is difficult to resist it when I'm passing near by. It is about twenty years since I first visited Hinderclay church. My saintly and long-suffering family had dropped me off near Centreparcs in the Thetford forest early that morning, in order that they might spend their day toiling and weeping beside the vast swimming pool there, with its bars, restaurants and modern leisure facilities. I'd have been quite interested to see the inter-denominational Emmanuel Chapel on the site, but I'm not a great one for lying around. Instead, I headed off on my bike, cutting a swathe across the north of the county, along the hideous A11 through Elveden, and then the Grafton estate, through Barnham, Euston and Fakenham.
Let us be frank: the Elveden area is not great cycling country. The roads are busy, flat and dull, the villages undistinguished. At Euston, there is a brief vision of horsey poshness. But then, beyond Barningham, the countryside opens up, rolling gently, and bubbling with woods and meadows. This is the Suffolk I know best, and love to cycle through; villages hidden as surprises, church towers peeping over distant hedgerows. It was good to be back.
I passed through tiny villages, miles off the main drag; Coney Weston and Market Weston, Knettishall and Thelnetham. Who outside of Suffolk has visited these places, or even heard of them? Indeed, who inside? I tried their names out on friends in Ipswich, none of whom could place any of them. One person knew that Knettishall had been a World War II airfield, that's all.
A glorious sight near Thelnetham is the grand sail-mill, working this day, her great sails at a crazy angle, turning impossibly across the field. An 18th century Suffolker dropped back into the modern landscape would probably find this the biggest change, that nearly all these graceful giants have disappeared. And here, the road rolls down into Hinderclay. It was early afternoon by the time I got to this village, which holds a special interest for me. It is one of a handful of Suffolk parishes I know of that has a recorded Knott family, living here in the 17th and 18th centuries. They are not my Knotts - mine all came from east Kent, but it feels like a connection. There are Knott graves in the churchyard, a quiet little place almost entirely surrounded by mature trees, making the church difficult to photograph.
The tower is pretty and perpendicular, with little chequerboard patterns set into the bell windows. The letters SSRM in the battlements probably stand for Salve Sancta Regina Maria, which the Catholics amongst us will instantly recognise as the opening words of the Hail Holy Queen. This suggests that the medieval dedication of this church was to The Assumption of the Blessed Virgin. This was the most common medieval Suffolk church dedication, and has been restored correctly in several places, Ufford for instance. The tower appears off-centre, because the south aisle hides the unclerestoried nave.
Stepping into this building is a delightful surprise. As it opens beyond the south aisle, the interior, with its uncarved font, pammented floors and simple furnishings is almost entirely rustic, except that it is flooded with coloured light. This comes from the glass in the south aisle. The windows, mainly from the 1980s, are by Rosemary Rutherford. She was the sister of the John Rutherford, rector here from 1975, and after she died in 1972 he adapted her designs to be installed in this church. These are therefore her last works, and they are perfectly poised in their simplicity and abstraction. There is a Baptism of Christ, a nativity scene and the Annunciation, while a Crucifixion is flanked by Mary at the empty tomb and the Resurrection. Perhaps the best depicts Mary Magdalene, tiny at the bottom, anointing Christ's feet. The last window to be installed, at the west end, came in 1994 thanks to the participation of Rowland and Surinder Warboys, two well-known Suffolk stained glass artists.
These windows are the best of Rutherford's work, I think. You can see more of it in a number of churches in north Essex, as well as at Boxford and Walsham in Suffolk, and at Gaywood in Norfolk.
In a bigger, noisier church, the 1711 memorial to George Thompson would not stand out, but here the rather alarming cherubs are about as discreet as a stag party in a public library. Thompson was from Trumpington in Cambridgeshire, and the inscription tells us in elegant Latin that he died at the age of 28.
The benches towards the west date from the early 17th century, when Anglican divines were trying to fill their churches with beauty again. Their hopes, of course, would be dashed by the rise to power of the Puritans. These bear the date 1617, sets of initials, probably those of churchwardens. I was interested to see that one set was SK, my own initials. It wasn't until after my visit that a researcher, seeing my name in the visitors' book, wrote to me and told me that they were probably the initials of a member of the Knott family.
There is a comprehensive record of the Guild here, dedicated to St Peter. The alcove in the north aisle probably marks the site of their chantry altar, although there is a large opening from the south aisle chapel, like the ones at Gedding only oriented north-south, which suggests that there was an altar here, too.
Hinderclay is perhaps most famous for its gotch, a large, leather beer pitcher used by the bellringers. It has a dedicatory inscription, and the date 25 March 1724, which was New Year's Day that year (and the the feast of the Annunciation, although this wouldn't have been celebrated in those protestant times). It also says From London I was sent, As plainly does appear, It was with this intent, To be fild with strong beer, Pray remember the pitcher when empty. It used to be on display at the Moyse Hall museum in Bury St Edmunds. In fact, I knew it well, having been a regular visitor there, and it was good to place it in its proper context at last. I wondered if any of the Knotts had drunk from it.
www.suffolkchurches.co.uk/hinderclay.htm
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The present building is of Norman origin, dating from 1128. Many alterations took place during the following two centuries. The first recorded Rector was Rogerus de Caley who came to the village in 1286. You will find a list of all the Rectors who followed him on the RECTORS' page.
The population of Hinderclay had increased during the 13th Century. Between 1257 and 1260 the 10 men of Hinderclay were succeeded by 17 sons! Then, for some unknown reason, the population began to fall, so by 1341 there was a lot of untilled land recorded. With the Black Death arriving in Britain in 1348 the situation worsened.
We know that the lordship and demesne village was in the hands of the Abbot of Bury St. Edmunds by gift of Earl Ulfketch. (Demesne: Under the feudal system in the Middle Ages this was land kept in the lord’s possession and not leased out. It was then worked by villeins (peasants) to supply the lord’s household). When Henry VIII dissolved the monasteries (1536-39) it was granted to Thomas and James Bacon.
For ecclesiastical purposes England had been divided into two provinces by the 1300s - the senior was Canterbury and the other York. Hinderclay was in the Archdiocese of Canterbury and the Diocese of Norwich, which included the Counties of Norfolk, Suffolk and parts of Cambridgeshire. Until 1837 Hinderclay was also part of the Archdeaconry of Sudbury and in the Deanery of Blackbourn.
During medieval times prayers were regularly said for the souls of the dead. The rich ensured this by setting up charitable foundations, so that priests (called chantry priests) would say masses for their souls in perpetuity. The poor could not afford this so they often joined a guild, where, for about a penny a week, they could ensure that the guild chantry priest would say masses for their souls after their deaths. Guilds often centred around particular occupations, and became a focus of social activity, meeting in guildhalls. Hinderclay church had at least one medieval guild - the Guild of St. Peter, which was still in existence in 1505.
The Registers of Baptisms, Marriages and Burials date from 1567, although all but the current ones are now kept at the Suffolk Records Office in Bury St. Edmunds.
The Patronage (the right to be consulted in the choice of a new Rector) of the living remains in the Holt-Wilson family. They are descendants of Sir John Holt, Lord Chief Justice of the Court of King's Bench, who purchased the Manor of Hinderclay in 1685.
In 1837 the Diocese of Norwich was reorganised and Hinderclay was moved from the Archdeaconry of Sudbury into the Archdeaconry of Suffolk, still remaining in the Blackbourn Deanery.
The six bells were not rung from 1893 for eleven years due to problems with the tower subsiding. The Rev. W. W. Hawkins thoroughly restored the framework but the final restoration was left to the Rev. E. Farrer and was completed in 1904 (see below).
St. Mary's church was thatched until 1842 when the roof was replaced with blue slate.
The drawing opposite hangs in the church. On the back is inscribed:
"Hinderclay Church about AD 1800 Presented by the Rev Canon Sawbridge BD, Rector of Thelnetham to the Rector and Churchwardens of the Parish of Hinderclay Church, 1915."
A school for poor children was supported by the Rector (Rev Thomas Wilson) and was in existence in 1844. It subsequently became a National School for about 50 pupils. A schoolteacher's house was built in 1872 for £500. The school, which is next to the church, closed in 1953 due to the small number of children living in Hinderclay. It is now a private dwelling house.
The 1851 Census of Religious Worship reports that there were 100 free sittings and 80 others. The latter presumably referred to the box pews. It also reported that the church only had Holy Communion celebrated 4 times a year - this was due the disrepair into which the church had fallen.
It is thought that the roof of the church was raised during Victorian times. 'The Suffolk Chronicle and Mercury' dated 15th February, 1935 reported that in 1871 the church was thoroughly repaired and that 10 years later the building underwent extreme restoration. If you look above the north aisle windows a sill can be seen where it is thought the original roof was.
The soil of Hinderclay, as the name suggests, is heavy clay. There was no proper drainage in the church until 1962 and even now the church cemetery often becomes water-logged during winter. Flooding of the church was a great problem in the early days and the fact that the arches inside are abnormally low - as are the side windows - led the Bury Free Press to report (18th August 1962) that at some time in history the floor had been raised by about 3 feet to prevent flooding. Their information probably come from the Rev. Dr. Welton but we do not know what evidence he had for that. It could just have been the architect's design at the time of building.
The pillars are Norman and are thought to date from about 1225.
St. Mary's Well is situated some way along the road towards Thelnetham. The spring is in a field, near the foot of a healthy looking elder tree. Many people pass it by every day oblivious to its history.
In the past the spring was thought to possess medicinal properties and could cure eye ailments. It was therefore sometimes visited as a place of pilgrimage.
Black-crowned Night Heron hunting in daylight. There is a hard-to-see fish in the seaweed, which he finally manged to pull out of the water. A few strategic yanks and flips and the fish was free to be swallowed.
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No such thing as a carefree highway. Especially not in Arizona. This is truly a place that believes they can build extra lanes to reduce congestion. My dad says it's working, but the highways are so new and the population explosion so recent.
AzDOT has taken some steps in the right direction by converting one lane to an HOV lane on most of the highways. The light rail is still very limited, unless you live or work in downtown Tempe or Phoenix. However, Valley Metro, the transit operator, does have semi-BRT routes in Mesa that connect to the light rail's only Mesa station. There's talk of commuter railroad. But the problem I see is that everyone drives so far to get anywhere. This means higher costs for the drivers, longer travel times, possibly more congestion, and increased air pollution.
We know how air pollutions works in valleys: it's awful. See also: Salt Lake City; Los Angeles.
On this particular trip in the car, I spotted no less than 4 Home Depots within 1,000 feet of the highway.
The oldest Orchard Supply Hardware (OSH) on West San Carlos is being remodeled. I hope they preserve this magnificent piece of custom neon. My mother in law saw me processing this picture and noted fondly of her late husband how much he loved that particular OSH on West San Carlos. Street ; “if he needed a nail, he would drive across town to buy it in that store”.
From an article by By Mary Gottschalk, mgottschalk@community-newspapers.com
The history of OSH dates back to March 1931 when a rented warehouse on Bassett Street was stocked with orchard ladders, picking pails and other farm supplies by a group of 30 farmers who formed a co-op to get the best prices they could during the Depression.
The original 30 invested $30 each, and soon other farmers started shopping there, and the cooperative grew to close to 2,000 members.
Its growth caused the company to relocate to a larger space on Vine Street and then in 1946 to the W. San Carlos property, adjacent to a railroad line for deliveries.
No longer a co-op, OSH has been sold several times, including to Sears in 1996.
Since December 2011, it has been an independent public company and now has 89 stores in California.
come with me for a ride...
Model: Alessandra
Dress: Blue Chip Monogram
Shoes: Monogram
Hat: SM Eden
Mask: Poppy Parker as Sabrina
"If you are tempted to criticize the size, resolution or quality of this image ~ please don't ~ I used a Sony Mavica Digital (sub-megapixel) camera, which was State of the Art in 1999 ~ Digital Cameras have since come a long way"
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This was MVC-318 done about 2005 or 2004. I inverted the picture which is not too out of the ordinary for any photo, but I also did something that is unusual. Sony Mavica had the choice of taking the picture with *Solarized*. Sony's Solarized is substantially different than my photo program's Solarized. I distinguish between the two by calling one SIC and one SNIC, solarized in camera and solarized not in camera. This one was SNIC. If it had been SIC, I would not have been able to turn it back into a picture like the one right before this. If someone wants both a SIC and a non-SIC picture with their Sony Mavica they need to shoot the same scene with two different shots and settings.
If your very lovely lady jumps up some morning with a mighty hearty urge to unleash her inner Bettie Page or to be just like Vesper Lynd at James Bond's Casino Royale, then you would do very well not to get in her way. Slip her some century notes and take her shopping. Because it must be said that if a lovely lady seeks High Adventure, Hot Action, Excitement, and Cool Romance, then she must first become that seething Spirit of Adventure, Action, Excitement, and Romance that she hungers for. Can You Dig It!
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
I was singing that song while taking pictures today. I love it :)
Picture number 2 of the day! Isnt that exciting.
Now thats enough procrastination. Off to do essays.
Have I mentioned its finals week!
I'm not ready for Christmas to be over, apparently.
My attempt at New for Illustration Friday. A new illustration just painted yesterday.
Horses graze amid the hundred-year-old pine trees growing in the fertile ground of Valles Caldera. The national preserve is an ancient volcano crater now used as a recreation area and pasture land. The center of the caldera is an enormous flat lush green meadow so beautiful that it must be the place that horses dream of.
Read more about Valles Caldera here:
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I was recently asked to create a poster for Posterama www.posterama.co/collections/frontpage/products/canvas-if...
If I could through myself
set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away
see you walk, walk away
into the light and to the day
~ U-2
If you look in the distance you can see the whole of Manchester, and the prominent Hilton Hotel. Taken with an Olympus OMD E-M10 and Panasonic 20mm.
if you enjoy looking at my wedding inspiration pics here on kmjdepalma, check out the pro pics from my wedding at www.flickr.com/photos/jonesdepalma.
Kim Walker is the gorgeous, ridiculously funny, brilliant friend and partner of Studio d'Xavier. I wish I were as cool as she is.
Today is her birthday, and I thought I'd try for some of the silliness she is so wickedly good at pulling off. I can't match her perfection with facial expressions, but I hope she likes my little tribute.
WH - Happy Birthday Kim.
If degree and minute coordinates remain constant, yet small coordinate seconds differences exist, why would flickr tag this in Navotas??
she said.
I had all sorts of title in mind including few romantic ones. But I figured that romanticism doesn't suit me =)
This one is from Botswana. Can you believe traveling that far and taking a picture like this? What is the point? What is the point in anything, really?
Sometimes, I wonder.
(If you're looking for) trouble by Elvis Presley (1958) - Large On Black
Black Rhinoceros / Spitzmaulnashorn (Diceros bicornis),
in Ngorongoro crater, Tanzania
Get some sleep
It's too late now
To change anything
But it's alright
Get some sleep
It's so dark outside
So close your eyes
And feel the world turn round
If you're not lost
I guess that makes you found
I had a really good driving lesson today. No fatalities and I'm no longer relying on him to prompt me so much. I met my Mom at the hairdressers afterwards, & once we'd picked up my dry cleaning (they'd managed to get the wax out of my new skirt!) & I'd got some more lip balm, we went off for lunch in Ellesmere.
We went to The Black Lion, & wow it was busy. We had a nice lunch, except I almost ended up crying. I don't know how this topic of conversation cropped up, but I ended up telling my Mom quite a bit about the American. It's always annoyed me how he did all these shitty things, & yet my Mom was practically encouraging me to get back with him, or to at least talk to him. She always maintained that he was a "nice boy". Fuck that.
She asked me why I'd never told her or my Dad, & it was because I never wanted them to regret letting me stay with him. If I had the chance I'd still do it all over again. It was such a life-changing time, & has given me a whole new perspective on people. I would never have experienced what I did if I'd stayed in this town. I mean, I'm pretty sure my parents knew the basics of what a dick he was. I've always alluded to it. I just never wanted to talk about it properly. I ended up crying a little. It wasn't nice to have to revisit those memories. My Mom then had a talk with me about how she thinks the whole thing has adversely affected my outlook on social situations & alcohol.
That just pissed me off.
I've always disliked clubs, because I'm usually the only sober one there. I stopped drinking pretty early on in my teenage years. I will drink wine when at dinner parties, but only when not doing so would *offend* the host, & I won't like it. I nurse that same glass the whole evening. I don't mind going to pubs with people, I will just order something non-alcoholic. If I completely trust the person I'm with, I will drink cider, or bacardi breezers, etc. But that is so rare, & I only drink one or two. But I will never be a big party person. I will never be a big drinker. Not because of the American, but because I was already like that. So it kinda hurt that after my confession to my Mom, she starts going on about how I need to try & be more normal. Well, I don't think she used the world normal. It was more like she was implying that it would be better if I was more like everyone else. I know she means well, but we've been having this same old argument for years. I like who I am. Deal with it.
I spent the rest of the day reading while my Mom, & later my Dad, packed. We had a nice dinner together, until my Mom made a slight dig about how I apparently couldn't trust my parents with things. I'd already explained to her that I never told her everything because I didn't want to make them regret anything. Why couldn't she accept that?
In the evening we watched the second of Andrew Marr's 'The Making of Great Britain'. I hate my parents going away for a long period of time. It totally sucks.
213/365
British postcard by Paramount Pictures for the DVD release (2007), no. GI101327PK. Photo: Paramount Pictures. Publicity still for If... (Lindsay Anderson, 1968).
The British film If... (1968), produced and directed by Lindsay Anderson, was a highly acclaimed but controversial drama, which paints a black picture of the British school system and, by extension, English society. Rebellious students at an old established private school in England plan a violent revolt against their repressive environment. The film centers on a small group of non-conformists led by Mick Travis (Malcolm McDowell in his first screen role). Seeing the powers-that-be as humorless, bureaucratic, and needlessly restrictive, Mick and his cohorts (including Richard Warwick and David Wood) indulge in small acts of rebellion, including sneaking into town to romance a local waitress (Christine Noonan). Their actions are discovered and punished with harsh beatings, leading the students to plot revenge. Judd Blaise at AllMovie: "This effort culminates in the film's most famous sequence, a surrealistic depiction of a bloody uprising by the students against the adult world. Daring and unpredictable in content and form, If... mixes color and black-and-white cinematography as easily as it mingles satire with dark fantasy." If... is often compared to the French classic Zéro de conduite (Jean Vigo, 1933), which also featured surrealistic boarding-school rebellion. According to Wikipedia, Anderson acknowledged an influence, and described how he arranged a viewing of Zéro de conduite with his screenwriters, David Sherwin and John Howlett.
The film's ambiguous attitude toward violence was fairly controversial in 1968. If... became a success among younger, counter-culture audiences who appreciated the audacious shock tactics and embraced the satirical, anti-establishment message.The film received BAFTA and Golden Globe nominations and won the Palme d'Or at the 1969 Cannes Film Festival. Rebecca Flint Marx at AllMovie: "the film still has the power to shock, not so much because of its sex and violence (fairly tame by today's standards) but because of the manner in which they are presented. Resembling a landlocked Lord of the Flies, If... remains most startling for its depiction of savagery, on the part of both society (represented by the school and its authorities) and the young men it produces. It is a casual, offhand savagery, seemingly as much a part of British society as tea and scones. Lindsay Anderson's ambiguous approach to the film's violence is consistent with the film's blackly satirical tone, mirroring the aim being taken at societies across the world at the time by their dissatisfied youth." If... has become a high point in the cinema of youth rebellion. His role earned Malcolm McDowell the part of Alex in the classic A Clockwork Orange (Stanley Kubrick, 1971). Director Lindsay Anderson and McDowell later collaborated on O Lucky Man! (1973), Look Back in Anger (1980), and Britannia Hospital (1982). Shawn Taber at IMDb about If...: "This is one of the greatest films ever made, period! I've seen it at least 10 times, and it still manages to captivate me."
Sources: Rebecca Flint Marx (AllMovie), Judd Blaise (AllMovie), AllMovie, Wikipedia and IMDb.
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... it does have ambiance, does it not?
It's my "anti-Norm-Abram" shop again, with morning natural light filtering in through a high east window.
Many's the time I've sworn I'm going to "do something" about the chaos and overcrowding which is pretty obvious here. But, would the gain be enough to justify the loss? Anyway, so far my rushes of good intention have always been beaten back by inertia and procrastination.