Where is the grey?
Does the line ever blur?
A picture of a house somewhere in Philadelphia (taken nearly a year ago). An image of the lines we feel compelled to draw: between me and you, mine and yours; between black and white; between so many things that aren’t so very different, if only to call attention to being not one.
Camphor's 
That is interesting.
Speaking of where the line blurs, I believe human nature can never be categorized as ‘Black’ and ‘White’. We are all varying shades of grey 🙂
Just dropped on your blog to say Hi.
Divita