by Recycled Salvage Design Raymond Guest
This photo taken 30 years ago was on vacation in Florida we had just meet.
when I was younger I wouldn’t commit to a relationship broke a few hearts. . never understood what the young ladies liked about me.. but knew there was many wines to taste, I wouldn’t stop until I had tasted them all..
As I have gotten older wiser it’s not about the quanity I can consume but is quality chemistry dating takes much energy I have found and quality hard to find its not about the pretty bottle the wine comes in taste it and may be sour .. usually is in my case..
So I guess I am in search of a good wine but now I know more of what I am looking for see in the past when a good one came along I was so drunk from tasting all the others I couldn’t focus or know what I was tasting ..
Today I have had my share and have a few.regrets …easy does it .. remove the cork smell it. I take my time smell from the bottled .. pour a sip in the glass.. then taste it see if it is to your liking if the 2 of u mix together. .
When young was one after another paying no attention to taste just guzzling it down from the bottle.. then to the next .. I guess more than any thing I have regrets about the hearts I broke they deserved better than that, but all in all it is my loss not theirs…
Salvaged rose ironwork beautiful is made of cast aluminum
lite enough to hang on sheet rock wall.
Weathered chippy patina shades of green and black
Measures in 10 in wide x 26 in long.
See some of my creations are original am the only one so far that uses chain in most all designs
Some pieces are signed R.G. aka Recycled Salvage
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“I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper