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October

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Lisbon

Every morning on the #42 bus I looked at the city, and thought I should get out and take pictures, maybe tomorrow… until I found one of the knife-edge intersections I pass every day on a postcard, and watched eagerly the next day to see if my memory was correct.

(The back of the postcard gives the photographer as Gérard Castello Lopes, in 1953.)

42

Golden Balls

At the bottom of Cedarberg Kloof.

44

My Tree