The prodigal son returns with his own fatted calf, throwing dollar bills around in the wind. These bills start to litter the ground making some people think that the sidewalks will soon be host to new faces and brighter days. When the sun goes down, the lichen and the moss return from the shadows and begin to leach the green from the bills making them worthless.
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I love your latest three photos. Nice creepy GH imagery too!
John, I love your art – your photos have always been amazing insights you’ve shared with others – thanks. I check your site probably as often as you update it.
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