this is an actual photo taken by bumble-bee on flickr.
she gets into the most interesting abandoned buildings.
this reminds me of my childhood.
my deaf sister Diane worked as a hairdresser at what was then the Brandon Mental Hospital. It was situated on the North Hill of town and had huge grounds overlooking a winding river.
She would often take me to work with her and I would hang around the kitchen making toast for all the patients.
They loved me and yet I feared them but I obliged because I knew I was a little ray of sunshine in their otherwise regimented routine.
a mixed bag of vintage art collectables and some traveling stories.
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