Shoulders back. Head up. A phrase repeated like the mantra of my childhood, and though I cannot say it has improved my posture much, it has allowed me to see a great many things. I have recently fallen in love with rooftops, with scallop shaped shingles, with shutters, with an angle of my neck that reminds me of my small perspective. I pass under oval attic windows set in a frame of beautifully carved stone and my mouth hangs open a little. I start wanting to take pictures of everything and start researching historical societies.
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