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I'm sure many of you are tired of seeing all my flower shots, so I'm going to be taking you on a tour of Our Town (probably with a few flower shots in between).
Mike and I live in a very rural, farming community. I'm not even sure it's big enough to call a town! There is much history here, as I'm sure there is in many of your cities/towns or communities.
Our town, as seen this afternoon from our house looking North.
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So long ago, but not so very long ago....
Time goes by, time brings changes, you changed too
Nothing comes that you can't handle, so on you go
You never see it coming when the world caves in on you
On your town, nothing you can do
Bend, Oregon on a beautiful sunny evening right before sunset. Dropping low in the sky the sun's rays bounce off the Deschutes River and illuminate the shops, bars, and restaurants in the Old MIll District.
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I went to town for groceries and came back and realized I needed ink. So I drive back to town and decide to save myself $20 bucks and buy only the black ink because I rarely use color. I clearly remember choosing to buy this printer because it will work without a color cartridge - unlike my old one. My memory is evidently worth little more than poop. I was mad... but I made the best of the situation and worked on another printer project that does not need ink. Now I have a dang error! )@(*$)#* I want my old printer back! The ink was expensive, but it worked until a peacock feather had to break it.
Oh... yeah... this is for We're Here- If you had just one shot? Can't say I had anything in mind... I just wanted to complain before I worked on fixing things. :)
P.S. Don't you love the flared nostrils.... ;0) I would have taken a second shot to change that if it weren't for the group theme. :)
Another Day, Another Town.
How long shall my calloused journey continue?
Sometimes I don't even know what I'm looking for,
The time seems to stop in every new town that I visit,
The locals give many different stares,
At all times of the day and night,
A out cast because I don't stay long enough to establish roots,
Many towns I get a strange feeling and leave quickly,
Some towns I could actually see myself staying for a while,
But the wandering soul inside me tells me to move on,
A drifter, hobo, I have heard all their stinging words,
Sometimes they echo well into the night,
And keeps me from getting a good nights sleep,
To grab something to eat on the journey,
Is something I don't always have the luxury of,
A stray friend here and there,
Don't want to get to close,
Because they too will be a distant memory soon,
Causing pain looking back,
On the friends I had to say goodbye,
To have a place where one can lay their head each night,
Is something many people strive for,
For some its a prison cell we try to avoid,
But the one thing that remains the same,
We lace our shoes tight,
Knowing that tomorrow ,
Another Day, Another Town.
Yes. That's our town hall. It's not the smallest town hall in France.
The local Belair, Maryland Independence Day Parade on Main Street.
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“Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?—every, every minute?”
― Thornton Wilder, Our Town
This is the first in a series of photos I shot of entrance doors of older homes in small towns. The first thing that always comes to mind when looking at these gems is that they don't make them like they used to. This particular one is a twin home circa 1870 and is part of a historic district on the National Register of Historic Places. Note the unusual double-oval transom windows.
I lurve bridges, and we can see this one lit up at night from our bedroom window.
These small sketches were done last year during my "recovery time" from surgery. I couldn't get out, but was able to drive, so I took snapshots of doorways around the residential areas of town. I didn't consider any of them worthy of taking up a whole post, so I again did a collage so I could share more of Our Town with you. These are both old and new home entries.
And just my dear music ♫ ♪[Soldier in our town] by IRON BUTTERFLY ( 1968 )
The Vancouver Urban Sketchers meetup group got together yesterday to sketch at a cafe in an old (for Vancouver) building with a sharp corner, not shown here. I was hoping to loop my view around even more to see said corner, but didn't make it. I will just have to go back for that!
I'd be happy to come back here often, like Rick Tulka does in Paris, to sketch people or whatever I can see.
And that is my Flickr friend, ColourPixie , on the far right of the drawing! We have been following each other on Flickr for several years, and recently we finally met. Check out her great photography stream.