There are last chances, and Last Chances. It might take a bit of sensitivity to breathe life, in a coherent manner to this lovely old building. The weird add on veranda seems like an old hooker with a raddled face wearing sparkly false eyelashes. Mostly sad because of yhe lack of imagination and respect for the nature of this edifice.
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Great photo Mike, I love the dark sky in the background! Too bad the cafe didn’t work out! Beautiful photo art! Hugz Lisa and Bear
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Thank you very much….both of you.
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Fantastic shot Mike – I just love the dark sky 🙂
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Thanks Jimmy.
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very special
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Danke.
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Last Chance Café? The clouds look like my camping vacations.
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No chance cafe. At least not to eat 😉
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Chancey.
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Too many weeds round the door to think you might get coffee! Love the sky. Hey it would make a great bikers cafe Mike … why don’t you buy it?!
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I would go broke in 3 months and bikers are the last group I would want hanging out there, to be truthful. Hi Jude.
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I hate to see such a sturdy little building give up.
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Hi Dor. Yes, it is kind of sad for sure.
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There are last chances, and Last Chances. It might take a bit of sensitivity to breathe life, in a coherent manner to this lovely old building. The weird add on veranda seems like an old hooker with a raddled face wearing sparkly false eyelashes. Mostly sad because of yhe lack of imagination and respect for the nature of this edifice.
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So you are not talking about the new sign, but the overhang?
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what a shame; it’s such a cool structure. nature is winning this one
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Nature is always the winner, and hello Laurie.
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If those walls could talk…!
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They do talk. They say “what happened to the lights and where in the hell did the 1980’s go.”
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haha, I’m saying the same thing!
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My son was born in 1979, when I was 30. The 80’s was the decade of my life, if only to have celebrated him when he was young with me.
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Love the link Mike, beautiful harmony. My son was born when I was 20…he’s 20 now. Time, where did you go?
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Yep. It all picks up steam, like a snowball running down a hill.
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flying by so quickly!
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