The old wooden fence. I like the wire wrapped around the post.
The lock on the gate.
Christopher, sitting on the fence.
Christopher, going to pick a stalk of grass to mock me.
He's chewing on that stalk of grass, but you can't really see it.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Tuesday May 4, 2010
On this day I went to visit my boyfriend Christopher, who lives kind of... in the middle of nowhere. On the way, I found this old wooden fence bordering a field of flowers that looked promising, and this is what I came up with:
The old wooden fence. I like the wire wrapped around the post.
The lock on the gate.
Christopher, sitting on the fence.
Christopher, going to pick a stalk of grass to mock me.
He's chewing on that stalk of grass, but you can't really see it.
The old wooden fence. I like the wire wrapped around the post.
The lock on the gate.
Christopher, sitting on the fence.
Christopher, going to pick a stalk of grass to mock me.
He's chewing on that stalk of grass, but you can't really see it.
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