What I see is a quaint little restaurant courtyard, cozy and quiet – that I can’t get to. What I think is, were these gates open to me, I probably wouldn’t have as much desire to get in.
There are two tragedies in life.
One is not to get your heart’s desire.
The other is to get it.
You can just glimpse the top of this steeple in Tuesday's picture "Unique". What I see is part of a large building in downtown Fredericksburg. What I think is that I am drawn to the crisp lines of a building's architectural elements, brought out by the sun on a nice clear day.
A day without sunshine is like,
– Steve Martin
This is Fredericksburg, seen from an upper window of one of its many museums. I don't know why this window had a screen on it, since it's surely never opened, but it made for an interesting effect. What I see is a lot of roofs. What I think is that this could be any city.
that you are absolutely unique.
Just like everyone else.
– Margaret Mead
I took this picture at a bookstore in Fredericksburg. My nephews played with a band here last summer, and I loved the space, so I went back in the daytime to take more pictures. What I see here is a lovely kind of skylight and some posters displayed for sale. What I think is that it's so worth it to take some time and look around.
The moment one gives close attention to any thing,
even a blade of grass,
it becomes a mysterious, awesome,
indescribably magnificent world in itself.
– Henry Miller
What I see is a small section of the fence that surrounds a church in downtown Fredericksburg. For some reason, I find the repetition of dark shapes against the cool green background very relaxing. What I think is the detail is as interesting as the whole.
It’s the little things that are vital.
Little things make big things happen.
– John Wooden
I took this picture in downtown Fredericksburg, where there are many of these entrances leading out to little courtyards or small restaurants. What I see is a doorway to a very inviting space. What I think is that doorways were meant to be gone through.
Look on every exit
as being an entrance somewhere else.
– Tom Stoppard