Nothing feels quite as unfinished as an empty white room. You know the kind I’m talking about-bare white walls, hollow space, echo-filled. Standing there in the middle, why, it makes you want to run and grab some furniture, any furniture, just to have something (anything) there.
This is the inside of the (then) newly finished new VFW Hall near where I live.
You would not recognize this room today. It’s used as a rental hall and (now) routinely gets filled with chairs, tables, kids, adults dancing, banners streaming from the ceiling. It’s a happy place, full of life-no more blank white walls for this room.
Until next time…
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Carol the photos are awesome, not to mention your flick posts, keep it up
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Thank you, thank you.
But, you know, you do need to watch out for posts that occur before I’ve had my morning coffee. And, maybe too those that happen just after the TiVo does something unexpected.
(Just a warning!)
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Stanley Kubrick would have died for access to this room. I'm dying now.