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Some grey morning.

But for the use of the zoom lens, I’ve made no adjustments to this photo. Some mornings just are this grey. Dull, heavy, wet. I’d have missed this remarkable view had I let these things deter me from a walk. 

On aging.

Like this knocker, my hands have given so many years of service. They’ve been tireless and strong, standing up to water, heat, and cold. And, like this knocker, they’ve been taken by the hands of others.