





What a thoroughly enjoyable day I had today, spending time with friend D. in her lovely log home. A portion of it was a one-room schoolhouse, many years ago. Every surface is etched with time's markings, lending every inch character and charm, speaking volumes about its history. Whichever direction you point a camera, a photo lies in wait, here are just a few.
You make it even more beautiful and make me see new "pictures".
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