Friday, November 25, 2011

When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults.

Riding a horse into a deserted town centre for a high noon shoot-out is so passée.

We use scooters now.


4U2 said...

Love your pictures! This together with the text makes me both smile and makes me warm on my heart. Also a little sad when we know that these littles one day have become adults and completely independent of us! :)

Kris said...

4U2, I hope that they get quieter!