Asemic Snapshot 113

That summer in Sicily, brought us tales of the Jazz Age. As can be seen in this shot, it represents a semi-spiritual tree for us when the light is free. There – off to the lower corner -You can barely see Uncle Waldorf with his little dog sitting at the café – he laughs as the little dog wags its tail at the young lady at the next table – what a rascal that Uncle Waldorf was. Memories, watermelons, and regret. Oh look ! The dog is chasing that foolish old lady with the feathered hat. What kind of attitude did he have? As a heart, magnetic psychic clairvoyance on the scent – such good times. Look! There he goes again! Hold the snapshot a bit higher, the composition captures the change in the weather, lemons into oranges, don’t you think?

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