He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts. ~William Shakespeare, Henry V

Wednesday, June 21, 2006


I like to call this picture "Whistler's Mother: Millenium". My mom was so tired from the drive down the night before that she would literally fall asleep while Michael was doing her hair. She tired to tell all of us that she was just resting her eyes but tow minutes after she would say that she would do this jello neck headbob thing. We just HAD to take a pic to prove that she was sleeping. Posted by Picasa

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