I thinking just a wee bit about perspective today. No, no, I know it is a huge subject and anyone of us could go on forever about all aspects of perspective.
Mostly I was thinking about a quaint village not far from my city as I looked though some photos from a previous visit.
And I noticed something I had not before.
I remember soaking up the feelings evoked by the place. The beauty of it, The smells. The quaintness of it. A visual that it looked like a Hallmark card in real time. You get the idea.
I love looking at photos. They don’t even have to be mine. I don’t even have to know the people in them. I can’t adequately explain how they make me feel.
Anyway, the photo above made me think about the beautiful flowers and bushes and I sighed at the memory of how…
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