My fire escape overlooks a playground.
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I like your photograph. Your fire escape overlooks the playground. I remember the first time I ever stayed in a hotel. It was in Indianapolis. And We were on the third floor. No air conditioning. Shared one toilet with all on that floor. It was down at the end of the hall. No running water in the room. It was outside in the hallway. Nothing in the room really but a large coil of heavy rope and the rope had even bigger knots tied in it every few feet. My mom was sleeping with her new husband down the hall in another room. I was alone and about 8 years old. I asked mother what the rope was for and she explained that if the hotel caught on fire I was to throw the rope out the window and climb down to the ground on the knotted rope. Yeah. That's the way it was in those days and it was the "fire escape."
I got to fly last night. I mean I just dove in and flew. You can find out how on my blog post today.
dude. look at the cars zooming past. i like this shot. it looks like you froze a moment of the day. those cars have long since gone home and eaten their dinner (well the cars didn't but the people did) and probably are asleep. and that playground is still right outside our apartment building. waiting for the kiddies.
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