
Fred C. Braine on a Sunday late in the afternoon. Dust specks float in the sunlight illuminating the woven rug covering a section of the floor in his living room. The window, a mirror. For him it is a moment caught in time. Endlessly drifting.
Fred C. Braine on a Sunday late in the afternoon. Dust specks float in the sunlight illuminating the woven rug covering a section of the floor in his living room. The window, a mirror. For him it is a moment caught in time. Endlessly drifting.