doing things with words and pictures
Christmas is an ickle bit like that. Hearts are bared, lids grow heavy, gaze becomes bleary, in the end frowns are shown.
But of course -- Boxing Day at the Theological College.
... and the skewed slant of the "mounting", perfect (accidental?) effect...
Of course, there are no accidents at the theological college.
Of course not--they are all considered acts of God.
A tonic for my bleary gaze: helping to ward off the frown that the waxing moon nearly always brings.
Thanks for stopping by, gentlemen all. A happy New Year to you and yours
oh my. i have this! but it's a clock too (though broken) and the frame is painted purple. i like how their eyes follow me through the room, starting as mary and ending as jesus.