I picked up the Canon TX again. Maybe I’ll start sharing a few photos I take here… like this one.
When I was 16 my best friend and I found an abandoned pink house in a field. It was huge with 70’s decor, there was no electricity but we found un-opened bottles of Michelob in the sink, which we drank.
The pink house became a theme in the notes we’d pass in school. “Let’s meet at the pink house” or “Let’s spend Saturday fixing the pink house up, I have some ideas.”
And I feel it unconsciously as I pass this place on my walk everyday, the pink house means we will be okay.