On a recent walk along Newbury St. I was struck by the convergence of the last signs of fall mixed with the promise of the winter wonderland that Boston becomes.
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Summer windows
Taking it slow I see so much more
My first grandchild
Raquel Olivia
Words on Concrete
universal abstract noun/verb
About Me
- Deborah Bluestein
- Random thoughts and images about walking in Boston and around the planet, creative writing, being single, life, interior and graphic design, yoga, and staying forever young.
change your point of view . . .
"Classic" comes from this hunk of marble I walked past in Rome.
Vegetables aren't just for eating . . .
You can contemplate their beauty before you chew.
Stone Grimace. . .
From a fountain at Campagnano di Roma
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