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Where is the poetry?

Welcome to my humble portfolio. All of the photography on this blog is by me or, rather, what I make of things. I somewhat defy the sense of Tumblr and do not reblog.

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When Cycling Through Non-stop Rain For Hours You Cannot Help But Feel Like This From Time To Time

When Cycling Through Non-stop Rain For Hours You Cannot Help But Feel Like This From Time To Time

when cycling through non-stop rain for hours you cannot help but feel like this from time to time

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Formidable Randomness - Personal Space - Aka Where A Lot More Writing Should Get Done - Aka Almost As

formidable randomness - personal space - aka where a lot more writing should get done - aka almost as messy as my text posts


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8 years ago
The Thing That Strikes You With Abandoned Places Is That All The Windows Are Broken And/or Smashed. Seems

The thing that strikes you with abandoned places is that all the windows are broken and/or smashed. Seems to be an anthropological constant. I think this location used to be an allied rocket station, well a military thing anyhow, so the glass was at least 15 cm thick. But people are resolute in their deeper convictions. So theses windows had to give as well. Somewhat fascinating...


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