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I love the idea that neglect of one thing makes room for another to grow…thoughtful series of images…my favorite is the TtV shot…very, very nice.
Thank you, dogdreamzzz. In my life, times of neglect (whatever the kind) at least let certain things rise to the surface. Maybe it's the realization of what are legitimate needs and what aren't, flaws, strengths, or new abilities. I want to think something good comes from it.