Day 8, RoutineIt has always been routine, since I was a kid to get kettle corn at Old Iron Works in Meramec Springs Park. Where they reinvent what things were like a hundred years ago. We got to continue this routine last Saturday.
I still remember clearly how these gates would open, slowly like they were opening the passage to a great castle.
This is where my dad worked, the reason I was born in the house I was born in, why I live in this town, and have made the life I live now. This is how I learned what it means to give your work your all, and your respect.
Day 11, Something Blue
Blue happens to my favorite color ever, so it wasn't difficult to find something to photograph. I put my ear buds on my blue high top converse, two of my favorite things.
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