Kevin, I feel the same way. On many days I get mopy that my closest friends are so far flung, but it's weekends like this that remind me the love is still there. Those of you who weren't with us were greatly missed and unmercilessly discussed. This is the drawing I had to go home early on Sunday to do. Sorry Tom and Michelle.
"Outward sunshine,
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Blessings on thee,
Barefoot boy."
Tom and I found this inscribed on a child's headstone outside a church that looked much like this one, somewhere outside Richmond. Tom probably knows where. I always thought it a beautiful epitaph.
Adam, I really want to climb the tree to examine the roof of the church more than anything (I have always wondered about the element seperating man from god) but it sure is a lovely drawing. What a perfect weekend with you. . . makes me want to move to virginia.
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"Outward rainfall,
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Curses on thee,
shoe-clad boy!"
Just kidding, that's a beautiful epitaph. Who knows, maybe it's the same church, there was a graveyard to the right.
The roof, Terri, is covered in "holy panels." they absorb God's love and transform it into an electrical current.
Ryan
ReplyDeleteI have no memory of it at all.
This makes me so sad and scared-how much have I forgotten?
You forgot nothing. It was me he was with. Don't tell him though, we were with Eleanor too.
ReplyDeleteGreat drawing.
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