T.: Nobody's Home

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Nobody's Home

8 comments:

K.April 29, 2010 at 9:48 AM
Close one door and another opens...
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TaradharmaApril 29, 2010 at 10:42 AM
great concept and wonderful photos. this should be an exhibit in a Seattle gallery.
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Sean BentleyApril 29, 2010 at 6:30 PM
Lovely! Is the one with stars a playhouse?
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Cro MagnonApril 29, 2010 at 9:27 PM
Were these in Ireland? I love the starred 'Wendy House', wouldn't it be great for chicken!

Bisou, Cro.
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T. April 30, 2010 at 6:55 AM
Yes, Ireland. Chicken house! Ha!
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JMHApril 30, 2010 at 9:18 PM
Nice texture, layers, foreground/background, repetition, and color. I'm not a photography critic, but enjoy speaking like one.

So as not to be a stranger blurting out strange things, I'm Jon. I'm from Chicago. I found your blog by clicking links of blogs I link to, I think.

Anyhow, I enjoy it.
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T. May 1, 2010 at 7:45 AM
JMH, thanks for stopping by, and so polite of you to mention the path by which you happened here!
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Sandra LeighMay 1, 2010 at 1:00 PM
These photos are great, T. They make me feel like Alice.
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