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Before things changeby =SolarLunix

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there's a crane center shot, and I have a feeling its going to get destroyed... I am probably going to take a better pic of this later, but I like the angle down the street....

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~ramiramii Aug 19, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Change really is sad. Sometimes it's necessary I guess.

=SolarLunix Aug 19, 2011 General Artist

Yes, yes it is. I guess so. I am just going to miss it, it was a part of my childhood, and my fathers...

~ramiramii Aug 19, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Well atleast you got a picture. Photos are still images of our memories.

It was a part of you, so no matter what happens to it, it'll always exist with you.

Wow, I'm really cheesy. LOL

=SolarLunix Aug 19, 2011 General Artist

Lol, but it's true.

*darkCHICKEN Aug 18, 2011 Student Artist

I enjoy the composition of this piece. The paths the wires take through the frame are very interesting.

=SolarLunix Aug 18, 2011 General Artist

Thank you. I really liked how it turned out too. I took it spur of the moment on my way to work after stopping at the post office.

*darkCHICKEN Aug 18, 2011 Student Artist

It is always wonderful when snap shots turn out to be beautiful pieces.

=SolarLunix Aug 19, 2011 General Artist

Yes, yes it is. Like I said, I'm really happy with this one.

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