
There's a kind of beauty in austere loneliness, but I can only tolerate so much of it.
I went to the Hopper exhibit at the National Gallery in D.C. last year. It was strange to be in a loud crowded room looking at paintings about being alone at a distance.
Rich colors mixed with the facelessness, though, promote a sense of expectation in that wait??
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Glad to see you're blogging. Now I can keep tabs on you. ;-)
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