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Shirt, Forever 21. Dress, Diane von Furstenberg (consignment). Bag, and shoes, Clark’s. Sunglasses, Meow Meow.
Last time I trekked to the tracks, workers were moving engines around, but that’s the only time I’ve seen official activity in the yard. Usually, I’m just dodging other miscreants.
Before I leave my car, I text Beefy and let him know I’m at the trains and about to take photos. If I don’t text again within a time limit we’ve set, he knows I’m in trouble. If I don’t feel comfortable, I leave without taking pictures at all.
I should stay away from the train yard, but I can’t resist its call. I’m enamored with the shapes, colors, and shadows. I even like the way it smells: odors of rust and grease.
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Sweet, sweet courage:
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2 comments:
Courage in a cookie! :o) The photos are stunning. You should have a celebratory cookie now. :o)
JJ
www.dressupnotdown.blogspot.com
Dude. That is an frosted cookie of epic proportions. I am impressed, truly!
Also, I am loving this pattern mix.
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