bittersweet trumpets.
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I have a thing — to be sure, everyone’s got a thing (don’t deny it!), and my thing is the very lovely sound of bittersweet trumpets. You might think it sounds like this, but oho, no no no, my dears: those are gorgeous, triumphant trumpets. And they are perfect, indeed, but when the mood strikes you — and the mood strikes me, apparently, quite often — I need something a bit more minor key, a bit more … plaintive. Something a touch more elegiac. Something like this, perhaps. (Wait for the horns at the end; so very, very worth it.)
Courage, my love. The trumpets and these words are the mantra of the new year, I suppose. Smiles amidst glorious, but still such difficult, harmonies. Something like that.
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[Photos taken with the always-errant Lomo. I am contemplating delving into a Contax point-and-shoot universe. Will keep you posted!]
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hong-an tran 
Great photos and great taste of music!