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so after having camera for quite a while now...I am finally going to put up pics... comments welcome...

note: i hate shoe shopping.

old green hills heat off blacktop breath of wind coming off the river caught amoung old buildings
music
peoples

he has long curly brown hair tied up in brown shoestring - has the sloping shoulder of a thinker - head tilt of one who listens to hear - bright blue eyes - full almost scruffy beard. the shoelace is caught on his shoulder, right above the shoulder blade. for some reason it caught my eye... on his feet are the fisherman sandals I somehow knew he would be wearing...

the tide of people in the tent ebbs and flows. it fills and empties the old metal folding chairs sponsored by some senator who from the look of the chairs should have retired from public office long ago...

black dress with red patterned dots - a bit of red lace at the hem and neckline. she is keeping time with the drumbeat, tapping her feet on the warm blacktop.

nora jones cover

pink and cream porcelain cheeks sticky with ice cream shared out of an over large cone with mother and older sis- blond hair pulled up and still escaping in wisps and waves - blue eyes with dark lashes.

hills swallow sounds down in the valley ridge after ridge rises leading the eye away far and away

A man who is 'ill-adjusted' to the world is always on the verge of finding himself. One who is adjusted to the world never finds himself, but gets to be a cabinet minister.
-Hermann Hesse, novelist, poet, Nobel laureate(1877-1962)