there's red and then there's red
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Vancouver, 2001.10.24
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I love the distinctively muted reds in Vancouver's autumn colors.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Collections containing this photo.
I love the distinctively muted reds in Vancouver's autumn colors.
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
—Sigmund Freud