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?