Thursday, April 21, 2011

Poetry In Motion

 Phil showed Hunter how to blow eggs last night to decorate them with paint for Easter.  Two were successful, three failed.  We had yummy French Toast with some of the egg contents, this morning.  Afterward, Hunter thought the acrylic-painted egg of his would be fun to roll on the floor.  Yeah, not such a great idea.
Watching the sunset by a lighthouse

Reflections at Vastra Hamnen after the sun goes down
My poetry in motion!

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