The part that remains.

Remains of a city

once bustling, prosperous.

Now

forgotten, disheveled.

Awaiting resurrection.

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*winter

As one door closes...

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Jon's point

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Feels like a

junction,on the path of art and function.


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*winter

Dirty glass

Birds of a feather
through the windshield





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*winter

Around the way

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The day &The night

of
March 18, 2011

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The kind of friend you unroll.

A plump coil, unfolding into a small friend.

Bright and striped a luxurious green, with a luminance of entrancement.


A soft body that ripples from movement with each tiny step.

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*winter

Things that go...

Varooommm!

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*winter