there's my mother, kissing my father through her phone.
there's my father, standing next to the bare foundation of what will soon be a house, boots muddy, eyes closed, brows raised, impatient but on the brink of laughter.
there's my brother, wearing a too-big t-shirt protesting canadian government (i think) and belting out "bohemian rhapsody" at the top of his lungs.
there's my sister, swathed in vibrant fabric for no particular reason.
there's me, takin' a picture.
there's our kitchen, cozy and golden.
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4 comments:
It´s an interesting pic...you could say it´s the same person and that y you photoshop the different layers into a new one...funny
On your post below about your professor: Have you ever wondered about the fantastical characters(complete with unusual, descriptive names) that Dickens wrote about?! I wonder how he would "see" and portray us, or folks we come in contact with, in this century?!
(Just watched Martin Chuzzelwit with the Good Doctor; "Mr. Natchet, Mr. Montegue Teage(?) :-)
i am madly in love with charles dickens' character-creations. they are brilliant. and the names, too! funny. funny how sometimes you'll see a name and think, "that is such a charles dickens name."
Oh that's so true about Charles Dickens' names!
I had a teacher a few years ago who I thought had a great Charles Dickens name:
Mr. Butterly.
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