Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Parachutes and Petanque


They begin to drop from the sky.




Some land not as softly as they would like. A metal of valor will be issued




The young niece knows that form is eveything.



Someone's gotta school these suckas- might as well be me.




A competitive bunch, each boule was measured and remeasured. Fights ensued, only a dance-off could keep blood from being shed.

2 comments:

Karyn said...

I love the word Petanque.
I like how it looks... I like how it sounds... and I pray my life never depends on my playing it publicly someday.

Dyna Girl said...

very, very jealous.