I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Friday, February 12, 2021

Urban poetry

The beauty of snow is sadly fleeting; within a day it's just dirty and in the way. I was pretty sure I had previously photographed that tandem bicycle buried in snow, and was amused to find it was seven years ago! I'm not sure I've ever seen it except in the middle of winter, but it's very possible that I just don't notice it in seasons when its presence doesn't feel like a kind of joke.

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