Sunday, 7 March 2021

baby chicks, tea, flowers, but mostly joy

 




Supposedly I am an artist, so to speak, but the true artist is my husband. I can't imagine more artistically thrown clothes. I am such a bore. I fold my clothes. But look at this! Gorgeous! 



The joy of a pen making marks. This is a dumb photo though. Oh, too late.


From the time when pictures were printed.







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