Monday, February 19, 2007
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2 Comments:
I remember when my little boy wore that shirt 30 years ago.
i love the photos of you guys in the snow. picturesque!! some of them look like you guys are in your own corner in some other world. it's got that 'end of' feel. very lovely images, spotty white and brown. i'm sure isaac was entralled by the whole experience. i can't wait to see you guys again, hopefully i can get to tug on patrick's beard soon?
when i finally get a place to live, we'll have to get some pictures of you guys on the walls, seeing as you capture the family's beauty so expertly. i've got some pictures in mind. k?k.
cheers, jo.
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