Thursday, October 07, 2010

Only one man ever understood me, and he didn't understand me.


This evening I present to you a nice juxtaposition of my sons, with a bit of distance to mix things up a bit in a composition sense.

Here you can see Henry and Ezra on the lookout for secret treasure. Every time we cross this patch of ground we are alert (but not alarmed) to the prospect of finding a rich booty of this very special substance.

Now, I put it to you dear World, what are we looking for?

5 comments:

Roddy said...

Gumnuts! Nanna says golf balls.

tony said...

I Know!
But Its A Secret & I Am Sworn To Silence.:)

Linda said...

I agree with gumnuts. But I have no idea what you want them for. No good for knitting, or trips to Antarctica, or even cooking ....

Kris said...

Roddy, Nanna is correct.

Tony, smart move.

Linda, I don't know why he always wants the either. I suspect that he is manufacturing methamphetamine. This time, however, it was golf balls this time.

Roddy said...

I reckon Eucalyptus oil would be a better guess than methamphetamines. Not enough pseudoethadrine in gum nuts.