
“I am more than my scars.”
Andrew Davidson, The Gargoyle



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Ragtag Daily Prompt: Think
We were at the most southern part of the Mediterranean coast of France. We looked straight east. No atmospheric sunsets to photograph. But it was grand in the mornings. FOWC with Fandango: Sunrise
Nor quite seven either. But it’s almost seven.
I suppose I could have gone out and caught a clock at exactly 7 o’clock but it was much more fun to look at all the clocks in my archive. The closest I came to 7 o’clock was half past six (or “half seven”) on the face of the Uhrtürmlein in Frankfurt
and three minutes to seven in Bourg-en-Bresse at the con-cathedral Notre Dame.
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When I was cycling through the strawberry fields this spring, I noticed the porta-a-potties for the workers. “I am partly made out of recycled fishing nets” was written on it. I was impressed enough to stop and take a photo. Then in summer we were … Continue reading The Recycle Circle