The crooked chimneys.
They kill me.
Kill me.
The whimsicalness of them.
The way they look old and weathered.
How they seemed to lean in toward you like they were trying to let you in on their secrets.
I have so many photos to share from HP World. Okay, not so many, but quite a few. But I just can't stand to edit anymore without Photoshop. They deserve the best. So, I shall wait.
And I still haven't really worked out how to word what seeing it was like, so the words shall have to wait as well. Until then, I'll just keep staring at those crooked little chimneys. Staring and happily sighing each and every time.
1 comment:
uhm, so jealous.
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