Reflection of the gas pump in my car window.
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All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget. In this -- as in other ways -- they are the opposite of paintings. Paintings record what the painter remembers. Because each one of us forgets different things, a photo more than a painting may change its meaning according to who is looking at it.
John Berger
1926-, British Actor, Critic
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- Day 275 - 20 Shots Later...
- Day 274 - Marjorie McNeely Conservatory
- Day 273 - November Sunset
- Day 272 - The Day after Thanksgiving!
- Day 271 - Prestige Maroon Poinsettia
- Day 270 - Tomatoes: Fruit or Vegetable?
- Day 269 - Café Latte's Turtle Cake
- Day 268 - Ready for Christmas
- Day 267 - The Mega Size Blizzard
- Day 266 - No Parking
- Day 265 - Mmm...Cake!
- Day 264 - Exit Ramp for County Road I
- Day 263 - Coffee Shop
- Day 262 - Fedor's
- Day 261 - Playground Swings at Night
- Day 260 - The Heights Theatre
- Day 259 - Water Fountain
- Day 258 - In the Park on Friday the 13th
- Day 257 - Path to Como Park Pavilion
- Day 256 - 60 Empire Drive Parking Ramp
- Day 255 - November Afternoon at the Lake
- Day 254 - Chiang Mai Thai
- Day 253 - Window Reflection of the Pump
- Day 252 - Hopkins Clock Tower
- Day 251 - Historic Streetcar Station
- Day 250 - Pecan Carmel Clusters
- Day 249 - Peanuts & Scoop
- Day 248 - Mac's Fish & Chips
- Day 247 - NO Skaters
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