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What's not to love about a window like this one ?
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Or a door like this ?
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Or a hand-painted wall ?
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Or a sign like this ?
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Seems to be a lot of visual poetry out there yet.
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Washed out undergarments; paint peeling off; old wood shutters... Only you would notice them, Owen, only you (et moi, thanks to you :-) Veronique (French Girl in Seattle)
ReplyDeleteMany people see these things and never notice. But you do. You have a special eye.
ReplyDelete... really like the window with the socks.
Wonderful post, and the first photo of window,- FANTASTIC!
ReplyDeleteHave a nice day:)
Wonderful wonderful photographs! I need to get out more!
ReplyDeleteOne of those socks is mine - I lost it in 1975.
ReplyDeleteMoi je reste sur les chaussettes qui sèchent... L'archiduchesse était-elle venue les chercher ?
ReplyDeletethere certainly does - imagist poetry at its best
ReplyDeleteLove these comments, am tickled if you are enjoying the socks... and am glad some of you could recognize your missing socks from long ago, of course lost socks have to go somewhere... now you know !
ReplyDeleteEffectivement, difficile de ne pas aimer... Tout le charme de ton regard ! :)
ReplyDeleteLife felt better after your poetry. Thank you.
ReplyDeletePlease have a wonderful Friday.
I love it! :)
ReplyDeleteThe socks are my favorite. And the lace curtain is fabulous with the cats, foliage, and birds. Good eye!
ReplyDeleteDes histoires de vies joliment exprimées et superbement photographiées!
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Bises et bon weekend, Owen****
J'aime tout particulièrement tes deux premières images, fenêtre de vie modeste et numéro deux à l'histoire colorée.
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