For years I wrote bimonthly letters to my Pop in an effort to entertain him and keep him up-to-date with my life and all the shenanigans in my backyard. When he died suddenly in April, the hole in my life was huge. Still is. These posts keep him very present to me, and who knows, maybe they still find him through the ether.
Monday, August 31, 2015
31 August 2015 - White
Yeah, yeah, I know. White isn't a color, but a mixture of all the colors--at least when you are talking light frequencies. So this last batch of pictures will finish my colorful photo essays. What pops into your head when someone says white? Pristine snow? Wedding gowns? Angelic wings? Do you think of innocence and purity?
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