TRUTH IS LIKE THAT The shop whistle echoes through time never silent in the ears that worked there. The randomness of time has captured the echo, even though it is lost to new ears.
There is beauty still in the rust and wheels gone silent, chains hanging themselves in a suicide pact. Beauty still resides in the new look at the old even though it falls under the category of "so ugly it's become beauty,"
Truth is like that.
Mike...truth is never crap and that is what amazes me about the naked urban photography. It is cold and hard but you guys make it live.
I had to ponder for two and a half days before I was able to put words to what your photographs made me feel.
Thanks for giving me another avenue to write about.
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TRUTH IS LIKE THAT
The shop whistle echoes through time never silent in the ears that worked there. The randomness of time has captured the echo, even though it is lost to new ears.
There is beauty still in the rust and wheels gone silent, chains hanging themselves in a suicide pact. Beauty still resides in the new look at the old even though it falls under the category of "so ugly it's become beauty,"
Truth is like that.
Mike...truth is never crap and that is what amazes me about the naked urban photography. It is cold and hard but you guys make it live.
I had to ponder for two and a half days before I was able to put words to what your photographs made me feel.
Thanks for giving me another avenue to write about.
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