I grew up in a small town. It was nice.
November 29, 2008
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While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see. ~Dorothea Lange
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- 275/365 Snow!
- 274/365 My Home Town
- 273/365 Beans
- 272/365 Sheep
- 271/365 Mall of America
- 270/365 Drippy
- 269/365 A teeny tiny shrub…
- 268/365 Leaf
- 267/365 The Quest for the Breast....
- 266/365 Green shoes
- 265/365 Josh and Keith
- 264/365 Cotton Candy Sky
- 263/365 A photo of nothing real special
- 262/365 I’m having a hard time staying focused….
- 261/365 Me
- 260/365 Over 405
- 259/365 I couldn't resist myself
- 258/365 It's beautiful day in the it's a beautiful...
- 257/365 Milk and Muffins
- 256/365 City Lights
- 255/365 Today's fav Straight Out of the Camera
- 254/365 Baby Fern
- 253/365They say it never rains at Autzen Stadium...
- 252/365 Fuzzy...
- 251/365 Standing on the back steps
- 250/365 Lame
- 249/365 I'm Happy
- 248/365 The story is it's raining and I don't thin...
- 247/365 A rainy day in the woods.
- 246/365 Ghost Bike
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