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The lone lampposts stand rooted and tall, awaiting nightfall to cast their hope upon those needing direction and guidance.
The lone lampposts stand rooted and tall, awaiting nightfall to cast their hope upon those needing direction and guidance.
After having spent a cozy comfy WARM evening sleeping on the leather FBO couches of Franklin Airport, slaDE~ and I were anxious to make our way west towards the Outer Banks (commonly referred to as the OBX). Wanting to wish our amazing hosts a fond farewell, we made our way over to the drop zone…
With the Flickr admins falling behind in their definition of project themes AGAIN (no pressure, no pressure), I’ve again taken it on myself to find a theme for this week. Hence, feeling playful and inspired, I’ve decided to extend the joy that I find in my walk to work, through the Mission District. 🙂 This…