Chaotic intersection of Bellevue, Cross and New South Head triangulates this ugly delapidation of between the wars art deco apartment; Where our aproned housewife with her tight perm greets her beige shoe-salesman alighting the 5:30 tram.
I was distracted by the image created by your word, but there is an older name under the paint of "Cooper's", someting shorter, like "Can...", an older name I guess...
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I feel as if I've just tumbled backward, head over heels, through five or six decades.
Sounds, and looks like a pub. Your description brings to mind scenes from Catherine Cookson's books. Rather nostalgic.
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BFG: I don't have much of a Cookson background, but I did have images out of Ruth Park swirling around my mind.
I love the aproned housewife with her tight perm, can just see her.
Well, that's a very descriptive commentary! You painted a picture I can see clearly in my mind. The not-so-good old days!
Julie,
Your words amaze me as do your photographs. A wonderful mix that I will never achieve. A tip of my hat to you my friend.
V
You make mundane and unattractive sound wonderful.
Great picture Julie.
The letters are classy (esp. since the corner is repeated). I re your poem - brattcat said it really well.
Your words have created quite the picture in my brain.
I was distracted by the image created by your word, but there is an older name under the paint of "Cooper's", someting shorter, like "Can...", an older name I guess...
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