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Last week at the theatre, a painter was working on a picture of the main entrance. I happened to notice her through the giant lobby windows and ran to get my camera. Thus the creepin’ began.

Unfortunately, due to an awful glare on the windows and my desire to remain undetected, I only got a couple shots, but I LOVED her painter’s box. (I should know what the correct term for it is, but alas.)
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