This kind of works like a gas nozzle for me. ...except this one fuels me with tunes.
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(another) 365 photos in one year
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- Day 59: Photographer in the Shadows
- Day 58: Column of Translucence
- Day 57: Droplets
- Day 56: Red
- Day 55: Pebbles
- Day 54: Cross of Concrete and Steel
- Day 53: "Water"
- Day 52: Shower of Globules
- Day 51: Cuisine
- Day 50: Keeping an Eye Out
- Day 49: Books
- Day 48: A Dandy
- Day 47: Cup
- Day 46: Fountain
- Day 45: Lucky Clovers
- Day 44: If These Walls Could Talk...
- Day 43: Ferns in the Backyard
- Day 42: Galveston
- Day 41: Alleyway
- Day 40: Joy
- Day 39: A Crown Illuminated
- Day 38: "Get Tested."
- Day 37: Sun Breaks Through a Window
- Day 36: Colorless Sunset
- Day 35: Spring is EVERYWHERE
- Day 34: Nature's Fireworks
- Day 33: Power Off
- Day 32: My Gas Nozzle
- Day 31: A Ghastly Church
- Day 30: UFOs in a Parking Garage
- Day 29: A Sea of Fire
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3 comments:
Hahah, I didn't recognize what this was at first. I love it.
Oh, you are clever. MASH potatoes . . . that one had me in stitches. Seriously, I had to sew myself with needle and thread.
P.S. Do you think Jim Atwood and Alan Alda look alike? Remotely.
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