Not everybody has the same fears.  I have a fear of ants.

The reversal of the direction of the traditional peephole gaze (we see the looker, not the lookee) is only part of this painting's correspondences to Eh Joe; consider, too, the distantiation created by the two focuses: […]

Antique trolleys, too, are in the plan: regular excursions in the picturesque breezers would take visitors across Belle Isle and through James park.

Translation is knowne from death to life from darkeness to light from yᵉ power of Saton to god againe […] — George Fox.