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Our porch in Florida

I love this porch.
I took these a few months ago when Charlie would still be confined to it.  Now he wants off and out and around- he's happiest outside, but with big logging trucks on the road in front, and wild creatures in the bushes and trees, Charlie on the grass means work.
He needs a shadow, and I get very little done- those books don't read themselves!
This day, past just two months, was easier.  He was satisfied with Lucy's extensive bead collection.  Lucy and I took turns taking pictures.

That outfit is STYLING.


lisa d said…
This picture of Lucy made me think of the National Geographic girl. I stared at her pretty face for a long time!
Abigail said…
Yup, that picture of Lucy distracted me completely from the wonderful porch and the boy thereon. Stunning.
Annie said…
It is truly a sriking shot. What a wonderful girl

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