a million pebbles

a notebook of sorts

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” – Goethe

Another walk around the neighborhood. I keep waiting for my neighbors to ask me why I’m taking a picture of their newspapers. The truth is I’m not really sure why, except there is something that draws me to them. Maybe it’s the way they randomly land, maybe it’s the shadows and the light (yes!), or maybe that when I was younger I wanted to be a journalist (okay maybe we’re getting somewhere here).

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