T.: Three Woodpiles, Two Chairs (and a yellow broom)

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Three Woodpiles, Two Chairs (and a yellow broom)

3 comments:

ElizabethJanuary 4, 2015 at 10:03 PM
I love that chair photo -- what a visual feast you have here today!
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TaraJanuary 5, 2015 at 3:08 AM
only you, my dear, can made a woodpile a visually stunning thing. The slender pieces look like shale. It's all marvelous.
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rgJanuary 9, 2015 at 1:26 PM
You make the commonplace look extraordinary!
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