Thursday, June 26, 2008 06.24.2008: {a.childhood.tall.tale} Daily Mantra: “No one keeps a secret, so well as a child.” -Victor Hugo Share this on Facebook Tweet This! Share this on Linkedin Seed this on Newsvine Add this to Memory.ru Promote this on Orkut « 06.26.2008: {a.sweet.dream} 06.28.2008: {yup.it.happens} » show hide 7 comments Sharon - June 26, 2008 - 8:58 pm Sweet. Niecey - June 26, 2008 - 10:21 pm stunning. Incredible texture. Looks like a memory. Liz - June 26, 2008 - 11:32 pm This would be such a sweet print for a nursery or toddlers room. The texture is just gorgeous. Pat - June 27, 2008 - 10:28 pm Oh my gosh—I lust after this shot!! It is so perfect, so memory-laden, so evocative in every way. Mandy, you are a goddess. Amy Smith - June 28, 2008 - 12:28 am Wow! REALLY cool! Amy - June 30, 2008 - 11:26 am I really like what you did with this. Not only the “posing” of the teddy, but the pping is great. Emotionally provocative. Misty - July 3, 2008 - 12:26 pm Mandy. Because I can claim the title of childhood friend, I am going to ask you THIS: CAN I pllleeeeeaaassseeeeee use this photograph for my blog header. Giving you PROPS, of course….. The picture calls to me, Love. I can’t help it. Your email is never published or shared. Required fields are marked * Name * Email * Website There was an error submitting your comment. Please try again. Comment
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Sweet.
stunning. Incredible texture. Looks like a memory.
This would be such a sweet print for a nursery or toddlers room. The texture is just gorgeous.
Oh my gosh—I lust after this shot!! It is so perfect, so memory-laden, so evocative in every way. Mandy, you are a goddess.
Wow! REALLY cool!
I really like what you did with this. Not only the “posing” of the teddy, but the pping is great. Emotionally provocative.
Mandy.
Because I can claim the title of childhood friend, I am going to ask you THIS:
CAN I pllleeeeeaaassseeeeee use this photograph for my blog header. Giving you PROPS, of course…..
The picture calls to me, Love. I can’t help it.