Like the flow of blood to arteries
Like oil fresh on a painting
Like ink on paper
It is not until the lifeline of an artistic endeavor
is completely cutoff that it congeals and
begins to take its true shape
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Patterns- Everywhere I was walking around the city today looking for something bigger, far away, planning the next big adventure. I then started to take photographs of anything that struck my eye. It wasn’t until the end of the walk and after I started looking back at the photos that I realized that patterns, beauty and symmetry exist everywhere and that I had been walking past this simplicity for a long time now. |
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