My dad used to save the bottles from wine he bought, for wine he was going to make.  He would soak them so that the labels would come off easy.  Then, because they were wet and still a little glue-y, he would press them onto the basement wall over the tub where he soaked them.

      The city sidewalks these days remind me of that wall of coloured labels.

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  1. such a poetic metaphor - the leaves are stained with rainwater and sleet and become just as thin as those label stickers . i saw these photos and the majestic one of you and thom - it is the epitome of love and oh so beautiful . this poem (BREAKFAST.) reminds me of your photos of food in the morning and the rituals ever-present . http://www.bartleby.com/140/2.html

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  2. Love the back story woven into these photos.

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  3. these sidewalks look so familiar...




    rachael

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  4. This is beautiful. My streets look like this too.

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  5. New to your blog and so glad to have found my way here. Something about this story makes me smile.

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