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sometimes perfect is overrated. sometimes the beauty in life is the imperfectness of life.

alleys...just the name seems to conjure up a sort of feeling of the unknown...

you've been to a location a "thousand times". you've driven by a scene every day for the past year...

first, i'm my own worst critic. that's par for the course for most artists...

pennies in a stream...falling leaves a sycamore...moonlight in minnesota

i don't know about you but i have the bad habit of "looking at glass half empty". i shouldn't be that way...