Thursday, November 5, 2009

253/365 : Sleepwalking Through

252/365 : Wanna Buy A Box of Girl Guide Cookies?

251/365 : From Pillowcase to Ziploc

250/365 : Too Much Stuff

October Retrospective

249/365 : Poppies


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

248/365 : Jack

247/365 : Safety First

246/365 : Research

245/365 : Aftermath

244/365 : Safari Time

243/365 : Oops

242/365 : Gutted

241/365 : These Boots Were Made for Working

240/365 ; Dusk

239/365 : Marshmallow Pumpkin!

238/365 : Bedtime

237/365 : Camera Obscura Flashcard

236/365 : Sandwich Art

235/365 ; Who You Looking At?

234/365 : Cure-All

233/365 : Psych!