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Auguste Rodin
A friend and I arranged to met at Border's this afternoon. As I sat waiting, I read/people watched and these two caught my eye. They seemed to be lost in a contemplation of the world. The sun came through the windows and the afternoon just seemed to become a cozy island of stillness and comfort instead of the frantic energy everyone else in the store seemed to possess. I stopped reading the Camera Arts magazine I had, grabbed my camera, and created my own moment of artistic contemplation.
Edmundo Ros; "The Coffee Song":
Edmundo Ros; "The Coffee Song":
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