Every where I go I see eyes. In people, in sculpture, in abstracts. Here this building is showing me itself and its soul. I see the eyes in the flowers on opposite sides of the door (mouth maybe). Theme for me perhaps, but I enjoy looking and seeing. Such a nice metaphor for a photographer. Maybe if I were more musically inclined I would see something else. But then maybe I would not be writing about what I see as much as what I hear! What do you think?
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