What they did here, you see, was paint a mural on the outside of the building ∩dsᴉpǝ poʍu so that it would appear as you see it on the water. Nice, eh?
Who said only kids can have tree houses? This could be a nice home and office for a tree surgeon.
I like the look of aged wood and faded paint.
You can't be sure if the light in the bulb is the filament itself, or a reflection of the greatest light source of the all, old Mr Sun.
The other day, we had one of those days when we just didn't feel like doing doodly, and we wound up watching (and enjoying) this romcom from 2007. I mean, if you don't adore Drew Barrymore or want to be around Hugh Grant, why watch movies in the first place?
This great album from 1968 is down in the basement, soon to be in the hands of my favorite vinyl-lover. Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention, in a last ditch attempt to parody the music of the 1950s, put out a great record about music that was 10 or 15 years old at the time. So how come no current bands slag the music of 2001? Is it because there is no difference - dreck then, dreck now?
There must be a name for this school of photography, in which you hold up an old snap of some site taken many years ago and you hold it up now against the old background. It will not work for pictures of Betty White.
Good advice: don't take bed bugs. Let them find their own way around.
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