At a loss for words
Walking the streets all alone
Staring at the birds
At a loss for words
Walking the streets all alone
Staring at the birds
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By Lisa Smith Molinari
Photography. Life.
Photography. Life.
Le frontiere, materiali o mentali, di calce e mattoni o simboliche, sono a volte dei campi di battaglia, ma sono anche dei workshop creativi dell'arte del vivere insieme, dei terreni in cui vengono gettati e germogliano (consapevolmente o meno) i semi di forme future di umanità. (Zygmunt Bauman)
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I don’t know what to say today.
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Then I believe it went through a period of decay and prostitution? Or was that Larimer Square? Anyway, my first thought as this image scrolled up: Edgar Allen Poe. (my favorite poet)
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Interesting composition, I like it
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Reblogged this on Metaphoria.
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Yes it did. It still sort of is, although the street is experiencing a resurgence. Lots of new modern buildings replacing the old run down ones. There is still a seedy element to the area.
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