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The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinion.


The last of my trio of walls is now posted. Here you can see the winning combination of red brick and sandstone! I like the subtle interplay of colour here.

So there are the three. Now I want you guys to tell me which is your favourite. I know which one I am presently leaning towards, but wouldn't mind an idea of what people think.

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…
The “make it fit” is my favourite.
blackie said…
I like the first one best too. It has hints of hidey holes and I like hidey holes. Nice mixture of shapes and sizes in that one.
Carola said…
The first one is my favorite too. I like the texture.
Anonymous said…
I have always leant toward sandstone.
Pure colonial I guess.
Julie said…
Umm ... they all be the same wall ...
Anonymous said…
I like them all; I'm a big fan of structures, but I like this one best, because of that stripe of red brick.
The headline is a good quote that tells that I'm not crazy to change my mind so often ;-)
freefalling said…
Oh, I really like this photo.
I reckon you could crop out that sticky out bit on the left.
USelaine said…
I'm on board for the first approach. All good, though.
G. B. Miller said…
I like the second one.

Reminds of where I work.

BTW: nice blog.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, if I'm honest, mine too.

Blackie, it does draw the eye.
Kris McCracken said…
Caroloa, I think we have a winner.

Roddy, and another supporter.
Kris McCracken said…
Julie, no, they were all taken at different locations across a couple of suburbs, all in the same lunch hour though!

April, I'm with Keynes on this one, when attacked for changing his mind on something he replied, "my opinion changes when the facts change, what do you do old boy?"
Kris McCracken said…
FF, I find it difficult to crop sticky out bits, as a man.

Elaine, another vote.

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