Looking Through My Antique Window

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There are many ways of seeing things. With intellect, with imagination, with love and as one gets older, these ways invariably take on the patina of age.

That’s not a bad thing really.

In fact it’s helpful.

While old age may take away the sharp, brash clarity of youth, in return it softens ones field of vision and allows the myriad shades of gray to add themselves to the picture. There is better balance that way.

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JohnAmes

Bowtie Wearer With Bad Knees I spent my early years in Massachusetts in a little town called Easton. I went to Harvard, served in the Navy as Operations Officer on and LST, founded a construction company and served in the state Legislature as Assistant Minority Leader. However my life really began when I moved to Maine and opened an art gallery. I've been around the fine arts in the commercial art business for over 25 years now and loved (almost) every minute of it. I look at every day is a gift, except when it's very cold outside or I have to go to the dentist.

4 thoughts on “Looking Through My Antique Window”

    1. Thank you. Hard to go wrong with antique glass and good reflections. As for the words, at my ripe age it comforts me to be pretty confident that they are, at least for myself, accurate.

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