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 spaghetti Houston, TX I always come back to these structures as subjects. Graphic and ominous, I simply spend a lot of time driving under them, around them, on them, usually in transit to see my son. There are a lot of people that do the same thing on a more frequent basis, but for me these have become emotional mile markers. Each cluster bringing me both further away from and closer to home. A lot of that is contingent on choosing the correct exit. Which I'm still capable of screwing up no matter how many times I make the trip. | |
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Posted by r2blue Archived under: Holga, Color, Places |
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