The airport is an integral part of my routine. This week I picked up the poet Harryette Mullen.
TaraShea bought a gasmask as a birthday present for a friend.
Still life with Egyptian tattoo.
Rejected.
Gold spray paint makes me very happy. (I've got big plans for these little guys.)
This is TaraShea's heart...beware.
I decided to hold my fire.
This is a real insect! (Molly's masterpiece)
And this is what happens after you inhale too many spray paint fumes. Poor, poor TS.
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