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Thursday, July 31, 2014

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sign and display at the Careers Expo 2014, Cranbourne...
(VET = Vocational Education and Training)

airbrushing
selective processing of
reality

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5 comments:

Linda said...: Interesting photo. I believe all processing of reality is selective.; July 31, 2014 at 6:35 AM
Jim said...: Cool.; July 31, 2014 at 8:28 AM
Tom said...: I'd like to take an airbrush course, but the commute would be a killer! Tom The Backroads Traveller; July 31, 2014 at 9:16 AM
RedPat said...: I bet they get a lot of students!; July 31, 2014 at 9:33 AM
Nonnie said...: too much airbrushing on magazine photos; it distorts one's perception of reality.; August 1, 2014 at 9:07 AM

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Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
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