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Chicago, Illinois USA rapacity | Matthew Blum

Saint Paul, Minnesota USA pleasant delirium | Matthew Blum

The old abandoned barn. The magnetic invitation. The bones remain strong, The metal, unyielding. The step through time, The gaze through the hay door. Pine City, Minnesota USA through the hay door | Matthew Blum

...logical self portrait. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA i am pixels | Matthew Blum

Hennepin Avenue Bridge Minneapolis, Minnesota USA underworld | Matthew Blum

Door County, Wisconsin USA inspirit | Matthew Blum

it is not something we can play, score or conduct... yet, we all hear it when we love someone. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA perfect song | Matthew Blum (poster | blue)

We walk hand in hand desiring to experience together this mysterious land. Minneapolis, Minnesota USA the connection | Matthew Blum

the pursuit is clear. course is locked. purpose, aware. grant me the courage. the feet and mind are heavy. the heart is strong. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA discovering my compass | Matthew Blum

The orchids grow in the woods and let out their fragrance even if no one is around to appreciate it. ~Confucius Chicago, Illinois USA a noble specimen | Matthew Blum

"What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered." Ralph Waldo Emerson Madison, South Dakota USA carduus | Matthew Blum

it is not something we can play, score or conduct... yet, we all hear it when we love someone. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA perfect song | Matthew Blum

I had just visited the surreal realm of the Dali Museum...dreams were soaring and I was close behind...and so it goes...the fervent chase. Saint Petersburg, Florida USA and yet another day closes... | Matthew Blum

Once told, it grows and entangles far more than imagined. Minneapolis, Minnesota USA lie | Matthew Blum

Saint Louis, Missouri USA the early pioneers | Matthew Blum

...when considering human rights, "less than" does not apply. Minneapolis, Minnesota USA less than | Matthew Blum

Though, at times, you must walk the path of life alone, take comfort in knowing the permanence of family. William O Brien State Park, Minnesota USA permanence | Matthew Blum

Saint Paul, Minnesota USA continuum | Matthew Blum

Along a winding road, I happened upon this shelter. I often refer to these as the "what's he" buildings, In reference to the amazing poem/song "What's he building" By Tom Waits. We have a right to know. Rush City, Minnesota USA what's he building in there | Matthew Blum

As you trudge through life, know that your scars will be many. It is those scars that shed light on the dark places within, And provide a glimpse of Who you were, Who you are, And who you may become. Pine City, Minnesota USA scars | Matthew Blum

...time is the perfect weapon. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA perfectly flawed | Matthew Blum

nature is fascinating. tune in. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA 432 Hz | Matthew Blum

Door County, Wisconsin USA mind cleanse | Matthew Blum

Saint Louis, Missouri USA the matrix | Matthew Blum

Saint Louis, Missouri USA warp | Matthew Blum

Fort Smith, Arkansas USA power car | Matthew Blum

...it will ignite the deepest and richest colors of your soul. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA the fire within | Matthew Blum

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A black and white photograph of a detail in a downtown industrial area of the city. Minneapolis, Minnesota USA ascent | Matthew Blum

a vintage and distressed look with a positive message...reach, dream, work hard, love. blumwurks logo vintage 1 | Matthew Blum

Madison, Wisconsin USA gravitas | Matthew Blum

Some things just cannot be corrupted. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA pure | Matthew Blum

graphite | digital design Saint Paul, Minneosta USA face erode | Matthew Blum

Saint Louis, Missouri USA the matrix | Matthew Blum

...and know that while you rest, something within is growing and, if you allow, it will pour out and spread and inspire. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA quiescent | Matthew Blum

Nicely dressed, bouquet in hand, conversation rehearsed. Her gaze from face to bouquet to black. Table for one. Saint Paul, Minnesota USA the date that never began | Matthew Blum