i am drawn to old things. not only are they visually beautiful to me but there is a deeper intrigue and mystery about something worn & used. i often imagine how the old wooden chair or rickety fence was once ┬ápart of someone’s everyday story.

today i wandered the quiet streets of a small southern Manitoba town, Miami, MB. most of the streets are named after pioneers who settled here in the late 1800’s.


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