I have photo images of memories in my head going back to when I was six. There frozen in time and always inconsequential events. A house off a highway in Texas. A waitress in New Mexico. A leather saddle in the rain. This reminds me of those memories. Fleeting but frozen. With me forever I guess. Odd how they come to me when they do. Always out of nowhere.
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curious one. I'm not so keen on the fog blurriness, but then again, that's what makes it different from "another" taxi on a street shot.
I have photo images of memories in my head going back to when I was six. There frozen in time and always inconsequential events. A house off a highway in Texas. A waitress in New Mexico. A leather saddle in the rain. This reminds me of those memories. Fleeting but frozen. With me forever I guess. Odd how they come to me when they do. Always out of nowhere.
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