Lately I’m associating a lot of things with love and its unexpected nature. If it exists, if it is meant to be, it will most likely slap you in the face with brute force. Nothing tender about the realization of it. Its nature is to simply be, breaking thru walls and containment. Just like this green life, sometimes, it would surface in the most arid of places. Just to be and be experienced.

Sometimes, that’s how I feel…

This must be the ugliest home I’ve ever seen in my life. I stood there, on the road, looking at it and grabbing for my camera. And I thought: regardless of what I believe, this was home to somebody, and dearly so.

Seen in a parking lot fence in Philadelphia. It looks right out of a Mike Hammer movie… I can almost imagine a blonde bombshell from the 1940’s walking into Hammer’s office and asking him to find her lover’s killer. Philadelphia is old…

I took this picture, inside a shopping mall, with my mobile phone camera. The light was perfect.

Fort Mott, Pennsville NJ, Civil War Reenactment

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