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At the end of Sunset

My father used to live in a duplex apartment at the end of Sunset Ave. in Bloomington. The street was aptly named. I took this photo six years ago, when Dad was pretty healthy and strong. He may have been visiting his sister in Atlanta on this day. Advertisements

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All of the Leaves

When Autumn comes, I feel compelled to take pictures of all of the dying or dead leaves. This time of year makes me think of the song Autumn Leaves. There’s an interesting story behind the song. It comes from a French composer and a French poet. Many artists have recorded it, but my favorite rendition […]

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