Chris asked about my framed print in the previous post. It’s this:
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Doesn’t it just make your hands sweat?
Lynn
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Approaching-50 mother of four. Thrifter. Content with lots of clothes bought for very little money. Loves retro. (That could be styles from the 40s and 50s. And sometimes stuff even older than that. And sometimes stuff from all time, all mixed up together!) Bluffs about decluttering but secretly loves STUFF. Goes through stages. Has standing and staring spells before rearranging the entire home. Just because. Tune in each day to see what new outfit comes home from G.W. Boutique next. (That's Goodwill, by the way.) Oh, and she owns a spoiled beagle named Annie. And this blog.   <div align="center"><a href="http://www.amothersjournal.com" title="A Mother's Journal ~ A Bit of Birdsong"><img src="http://www.innatelygray.com/images/abitofbirdsong_120_200.jpg" alt="A Mother's Journal ~ A Bit of Birdsong" style="border:none;" /></a></div>    
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.
 
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I love the photo and thought it might be NYC. It is. 1932. What a time piece! Thanks for sharing.
I just love this print. I am serious — everytime I take the time to stand and just look at it, it makes my hands sweaty. I don’t think I could sit that calmly that high up in the air!
Lynn
Lynn, every time I see that old photo, I feel my heart race, my hands tingle, and the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I’ not “scared” of heights, per say, they just invoke this unwanted response…
I imagine the guys are happy to have jobs and lunches. This is NYC during the great depression. I wonder about their “stories”. Where did their families immigrate from? How did they fare through the depression? I wonder….
Hannah, it has similar effects on me.
Chris, I bet you’re right, and I would also love to know their stories.
Lynn
oooo it makes my stomach flip over a few times
It always makes my tummy queasy when I see that picture.
Just looking at that picture makes my stomach quiver. I am on the clutzy side–not a good combo with heights. haha