she said it wasn’t the taste she didn’t like, but the texture—and it started me thinking about the texture of things: the softness of velvet, the roughness of bark, the flakiness of peeling paint and also— love that laces a conversation, or dread behind a day, joy around a child, sincerity beside a promise, desperation inside a life
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Gorgeous images, Sylvia. Texture is such a thing – felt in a myriad of ways. Just lovely.
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Thank you Dale!
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Beautiful thoughts, beautifully expressed.
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😊 thank you
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The last 4 lines were particularly touching.
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thank you Roger!
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So much to think about Sylvia. The B&W photos are so good, the light and shade 🥰
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thank you Brian!😊
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So beautifully written!
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thanks ever so much!
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🙏🙇♂️🌟✨💫
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I do love your images 🤗🤗🤗
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thank you Ted!😊
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They are impressive.
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Texture adds both definition and flavor, and feeling, Sylvia. Your words captured it well.And, always, your photos. My fav, the trees. Again, as always.
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I love how you took texture to a deeper level here, Sylvia. As always, you really got me thinking…thank you.
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My friend hates olives because of the texture. I never considered the texture of an olive, having been raised eating all kinds of olives since I was a child, it just never occurred to me. I like the word “texture” because that “x” lends such texture to “texture” and then I just spiraled out from there………
Thank you for your comments Jet, I always appreciate them.
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