Faced with four white walls.
Faced with four white walls I return home.
Faced with four white walls I return home and watch it dance.
Watch it dance on a defiantly bland base, and create something worthy of imagination.
Friday night. And a few beers down. In Vancouver, in Cambridge, I’ve been known to return after an evening at the bar and spend a couple hours with the camera. Tonight is no different, except that the inspiration likely won’t last two hours. But in the meantime, there are some beautiful shadows to be found among the four white walls of my new home.
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The third is definately the best. I love the red streak through the top.
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