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Wish Box
The choice is yours. Imagine that you had the time, the resources, the ability, complete freedom to do whatever you wanted,…
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Collecting
EVERYTHING HAS A PRICE How much did it cost you? An arm and a leg? Why did you pay so much? Was it something you’ve been looking for? How can…
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The Door Handle
There is a hand that will lead you…. even when the door is closed. Photo: My daughter Chelsea says I take more photos of doorknobs than anything else. French antique…
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The Man with the Red Bow
Do you know who this man is? He has being hanging out with me for a very long time, and still I don’t know his name. (Click on the image…
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Bending Spaces
I was standing on a stool, with a can of paint in one hand and a paint brush in another. Happily painting a wall in our hallway. I love to…
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Nightlight
French husband said he wanted a lamp for his bedside. He said he wanted one that worked. What he meant was he wanted…
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Questions
This is a post to answer a few questions I have been asked: 1) Yes, Chelsea started university (called Class Preparatory) in Aix. She is living in a studio and…
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A Girl with a Past
When my ancestors traveled from Portugal to the Azores Islands during the thirteen century, I was with them. I stood…
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The Old Porch Chair
The porch door was open, inviting the early autumn leaves a place to rest. A few gathered taking solace by the old porch…
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Painting France
Photo shop and I are becoming friends. Or I should say, Photo shop let’s me pretend I can paint! Photo: A street in the town of Arles, France. Photo: A…
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