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Crystal City playing downstairs at Gabe's
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Winter
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This is what happens when I get bored at night. I battle through the frostbite to get another shot of the Old Capitol Building... now with more snow.
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A shot from the Oregon coast to warm my mind as this cold, snowy Iowa winter sets in.
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“If Music is a Place — then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.” ― Vera Nazarian
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Iowa's Old Capitol Building
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Iowa City, IA
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Lincoln City, Ore.
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I'm going to miss this city.
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I expect better from you, Portland.
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Cut along line
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Which way do we go, George?
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Big Brother is watching
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Just another day in Portland
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Once upon a time, there were baseball games in Portland.
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"For the love of country they accepted death."
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The only people for me are the mad ones. . .
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Anchored
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Standing six stories up.
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New shwag on the bag. #crossedcannons #artillery
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Ready? Staring contest! Go.
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Da Tung & Xi'an Bao Bao
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Then this happened.
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Keep moving along. Nothing to see here.
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Just some good ol' boys. . .
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Reminiscing 'Roo: Silhouette and fountain edition
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Reminiscing 'Roo, Ghostly hula girl edition
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You can't fight city hall. But you can photograph it.
