Possibly not expressed in the most diplomatic way.
Tag: #OneWordSunday
Childhood Memories
On my way to and from school there was a carousel very similar to this one. After school my friends and I used to stop in the playground and we SWIRLED around until we got dizzy. I remember being scolded not only once by my mother because of coming home an hour later than she expected.
A Thousand Splendid Suns
With apologies to Khaled Hosseini (who wrote an engrossing book with that title).
A Dark Outlook on Life
from these serious dudes
[Disclaimer: No photographer was hurt in making these photos. I got away in time.]
One Word, Nine Men
The name of this tapestry is “Nine Rich Men”, we bought it in South Africa.
Art is made for the weak. 
Art comes from the head the heart and the hand
I Wouldn’t Send a Dog out in that Weather
And I stay at home as well. This is what I see when I look out of the window.
It hasn’t been raining for the last few days (although it looks like it could start any moment now) and I realised I have hardly rainy pictures on my files. This is one of the few rainy shots I found.
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