Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Our walk had a purpose: find the perfect rock to paint. We found rocks, yes, but Sabrina is picky and none pleased her. And we gathered the usual nature treasure: dry pine cones, wilting flowers, a few turning leaves. Then we came across this graffiti stenciled on a bridge in the park. A baby dancing ballet. An angel jumping from a cloud. A flying doll. CC coming out of Mommy's tummy.