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a hinge or a lock
It's a beautiful weekend here, and it's the weekend of the town fair, and I've been taking so many pictures of so many things, but here are just a few.
First a question that popped into my head as I was admiring the hinges on this building at Cold Spring Orchard, when then my eyes fell on the lock.
Are you a hinge ...
or are you a lock?
(Oooh, that binary thinking! How about neither/both? How about not-applicable/unsure? How about could you please rephrase the question? )
The next picture I include because I loved the absorption of this boy in his solitary play, creating earthworks at the feet of the draft horses:
And this one for the lace of autumn grasses:
First a question that popped into my head as I was admiring the hinges on this building at Cold Spring Orchard, when then my eyes fell on the lock.
Are you a hinge ...
or are you a lock?
(Oooh, that binary thinking! How about neither/both? How about not-applicable/unsure? How about could you please rephrase the question? )
The next picture I include because I loved the absorption of this boy in his solitary play, creating earthworks at the feet of the draft horses:
And this one for the lace of autumn grasses: