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This Old House

Posted on August 11, 2017December 25, 2017 by Bre

Documentary shots of a local house that has fascinated me since childhood. Interior shots of a recently demolished home. There is beauty to be found everywhere, if one only knows how to look.

Digital, Summer 2016, Conway, MO, USA.

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I always thought I was a night owl, and I still think it's true, but I've realized even more so, I live for transitions. The gentle awakening of a city as the sky burns in the early dawn hours is unrivaled. And maybe I'm a sucker for these transitory moments because I've learned to embrace the changes (as much as one can, at least). Either way, a quiet sunrise during periods of transformation are powerful and brimming with magic. I'd like to experience this one again with @trevorcobb96 🖤

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On days like today, when I have been bed ridden from wisdom teeth removal since Friday with little sign of relief, my mind drifts to the magic of Venice, to the silent courtyards and muggy canals, where old women pull on their stockings and Oxfords and hobble to the local café, shooting the figurative breeze while the city air stays stagnant. I am excited for a time when my mouth no longer screams and my face is no longer that of a chinchilla. Until then, catch me in medicine induced imaginings of Italy.

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Duck Lake, Home to hundreds of geese Descending upon still waters, A couple joggers Breathing the thin mountain air, A mother pushing a stroller Dreaming of her child's future, My cold hands Musing in this worn notebook, And not a duck in sight.

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Some moments are strangely perfect, sublime, even, moments outside of reality. The sun somehow shoots through the vastness of space and filters through clouds at the perfect, most precise angles, falling gently across ancient rocks with the confidence of eons, softly caressing a precariously perched tree, light and warmth colliding with the earthy bark. These moments are beautiful breaths in a chaotic world. Maybe some things are meant to be. Whatever that means.

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