Monday, September 25, 2006


I was visiting a family this weekend where, Rory, about 8 years old, turned out to have an even more extensive collection of possum bones than I do (I keep using mine in projects and having to collect more). We made up a few skeletons together on the old copper covered rudder of the sugar barge they live in.

1 comment:

E said...

I especially like the second one - you can almost see that the Possum discovered that flying wasn't what he was born to do.
And the third one looks like the fernleaf! They died for their country?
What a fun time...