I am unapologetic about my obsession with hearts. I can't explain it, don’t recall when it started and I can’t see it ending anytime soon. Even if my mum did occasionally say I have more than enough and my house is starting to look kitsch.
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| Yep, she's right. |
Hearts are everywhere. When we travel I'm always looking closely for the hidden and not so obvious hearts, left both by design,
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| Stained glass ceiling panel, Las Vegas 2005 |
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| One of the four hearts marking the corners of Union Square, San Francisco, 2012 |
or by man's obsessive need to leave his mark.
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| Golden Gate Bridge, 2012 |
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| Brisbane Botanic Gardens, 2006 |
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| Pinned to a poster on a community noticeboard, La Jolla 2012 |
Nature is also full of surprises if you know where to look.
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| Pottsville Beach, Spring 2013 |
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| Secret Island, Oahu Hawaii, 2013 |
In what I am sure was a once in a lifetime event in 2010 we sliced this onion open to reveal a perfect heart inside.
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| My foolish crying heart |
I took this in October of 2010; Danny and I had ventured out on an urban photo safari around Brisbane with a friend. It was very late in the afternoon and as the sun filtered down through a pedestrian overpass onto this red concrete wall it cast a perfect heart in the corrugated finish.
I like to think it was done just for me.
