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Graffiti Under the Bridge

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Spray paint artists have expressed themselves all over the old bridge.
I solarized and intensified the colors and flipped it to make it harder to read, but you can still find a vulgar word in the paler version.

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I wish I could make it bigger, but I lost the original and these edited versions won’t enlarge for reasons beyond my ken.

Weekly Photo Challenge   Express Yourself.

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Sure Signs

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The return of the blues is a sure sign of spring,
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as well as the greening grass
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and the poor, unwelcome dandelions.
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Catkins are a sure sign.
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Mothers, tending their nests are a sure sign of spring,
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and farmers, tending their fields.
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Spring is calving season.
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And nothing says spring like butterflies on bear poo.
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Here’s wishing you a happy spring!
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Weekly Photo Challenge:
Spring!

Dear Granddaughter Alma

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Dear Alma

Dear Alma

My grandmother sent me a framed picture of her father that had stood on her dresser forever. Years later, I found this letter behind the photo; a hidden treasure! It’s the saddest letter in the treasure box.
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On the last page he begs my grandmother to reply and gives a New York address.  He mentions a photo he enclosed of my grandmother and her grandfather together, a photo I’ve never seen. It’s sad that my great-great-grandfather had lost touch with his son and grandchildren. I wonder why?  I wonder if my grandmother replied?  The letter must have been special to her, to have tucked it away behind a photo.  She may have forgotten it was there.
I wonder too, who wrote the letter? The penmanship doesn’t look like that of a 72 year old fruit peddler; it looks like a feminine hand to me.

Maybe my great-great-grandmother wrote the letter for him.   She looks like a woman with nice penmanship.  She’s about the grandest lady in the old photo album.  I wonder what happened between Grand Lady and fruit peddler
I wish I knew more of their story, but there’s no one left to ask.

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Letters.