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Superb shot, Sir!
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Awww.... so sad.. did you take it with you to keep it company? :[
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The blurry background makes me feel like something is going to suddenly appear on the other side of the window, for some reason. Eerie
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The Anchor is an early Christian symbol of hope. I would guess, hope for salvation and the Heavenly journey into eternity. Death is so final, so Permanent.. Visiting an old Cemetery like this one we see the monments erected to honor people long gone and forgotten, and we realize that in time so shall we be forgotten as they.
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Maybe, Mr. Motts will find time to photograph this beautiful old cemetery for us during spring, summer or best of all, Autumn.
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Pretty scary being in a morgue with No windows in it! Kind of like it was inclosed.
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Pretty creepy.
Yet the lighting in this picture is nice!
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who could forget me.i also coach basketball and fill in on girls traval softball.you have to enjoy being around kids and watch them grow from kids who can't swing a bat to hitting home runs or can't hit a shot in b-ball to being all stars on traval teams.i want kids to know that you may to something wrong,but you can fix it and move on,and you can't change the past just work on the present.don't make the same mistake twice.in gaebler there were staff in there who gave you a chance,and there were (85%)you did not care that you were human (let alone a child).i think that bothers me more then losing 3 years of my life.that is the shame of it,for me i give my time without a price to help kids.i go to bed without nightmares or sadness.for some staff i hope they lose sleep over what they have done in there.there are some like neil,willie,karen and there are more not to much more that i think tried.not to much more though.
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It gives a new meaning to "BUDDY DUMP"
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Sweeny Todd called he wants his chair back
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What's in the trunk Uncle Louie?
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I don't even wanna know
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Okay. Now that's just plain @%^*in' creepy.
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SEE NO EVIL
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My grandfather was one of the very first motorcycle cops in Springfield, back when Indian's were the Harelys of the day. He put a lot of people in York Street. I also know a person who had a brief stint here in the late 80's. Awesome work!