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Photo A Week: Through Glass

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A window seat at the Mill Street Pub in Ottawa allots a new of the river, and the season’s finest.

I think I found the place where angels store their wings.

(For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Through glass.)

6 thoughts on “Photo A Week: Through Glass”

nancy merrill says:

October 25, 2018 at 4:29 pm

Wonderful photos! I love the angel wings. 😉 Thanks for joining the challenge!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 25, 2018 at 4:42 pm
  
  Thanks Nancy – appreciate the prompts
  
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Shelley says:

October 22, 2018 at 1:22 pm

A playful way to respond to the prompt, nice job!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 22, 2018 at 1:47 pm
  
  Thanks Shelley
  
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Jazz Jaeschke says:

October 21, 2018 at 3:23 pm

A wings locker! But of course, they have to stash them SOMEwhere while they go about blending in with the rest of us …

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 21, 2018 at 3:50 pm
  
  Exactly.lol
  
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