Train of thought (or of image...)

The shop that I just posted about reminded me

of some other prints that I actually own. A set of prints found

in a small gallery just blocks from the british museum in London.

I saw the prints in the window and begged to just go in and have a looksy,

but everyone that went in with me walked out with at least four prints.

It was such a painstaking decision which took well over an hour to

make but I finally did emerge having chosen these six prints.

Most from london and a few from NY to remember our

lovely days living in the big apple.

They are so pretty.

{Artist: Manuela Hofer}

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Then in remembering the photos that I bought....I remembered the photos

that I SHOT.

The summer that I went to London and Paris I had just finished

a long and harrowing semester full of photography classes

and was determined to bring the thought of photography back

in being synonymous with the thought of fun.

So I decided to not stress and only take shots

when I felt relaxed and motivated.

I took my point and shoot and then my grandfathers

Rolleiflex.

My shots ended up being few in number but great in quality.

These are some shots that I shot with that old yet beauty

of a camera.

I had forgotten how fun they were.

{Artist:me}