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Liza! I've loved trains all my life! Especially steam locomotives. I'm a "Ferroequiphile," and if you know a little Latin, you can figure out what that means. Also, I loved today's drawing -- that man with the black beard had character and personality. The two blues were a pleasant surprise. Rock on!

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Apr 17Liked by Liza Donnelly

You are so lucky to have trains!! Most of our country doesn’t and many places don’t have busses either! So stupid!!!

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Was he going upstate or into the city?!

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Apr 18Liked by Liza Donnelly

Heading into the city on his way to penn station? He’s wonderful! Do you prefer stylus? Remarkable fluid.

(And sending to our young artists!) thank you Liza

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Apr 18·edited Apr 18Liked by Liza Donnelly

Very cool! Does anyone ever photograph or draw you? Or ask why you are drawing them? As a photographer, I'm always taking pics of something. Last Summer on the bus to the Hollywood Bowl, I photographed a young girl reading a book just because I was happy she was doing that rather than staring at a cell phone. The woman with her called me out. I did explain why I did it, but immediately deleted it from my phone and was glad she was so protective. (I'm an older woman, not a creepy pedophile.)

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Looks like my wife’s suitcase, but she played Mahjong today and not in NYC

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Apr 18Liked by Liza Donnelly

Your fascination with daily life has really influenced me. On my walks I am now noticing little snippets of human emotion and joy. Yesterday it was a little girl running way ahead of her (presumably) dad on her way to school. She was obviously thrilled to be running. I remember that sense of being able to run fast at that age, maybe 6 or 7. Her dad was about 20 yards behind her, holding onto a leash connected to two large dogs AND carrying what looked like a packed pink backpack. As the girl got close to the corner, the two dogs barked and she stopped. The dad caught up with her and she reached out to hold his hand ...and then let go when they got to the other side of the street. Who was protecting who? Girl, dogs, dad.

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