A blog that used to chronicle my Philadelphia eating life, then life working on a sheep farm in the PNW, and now life in rural Virginia.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Art Eggs
The morning after Thanksgiving D. made birds in a nest. Only he referred to them as Eggs Rothko, after having had them in Williamsburg somewhere arty. I don't think my photograph really makes it apparent, but it did make sense.
The morning after Thanksgiving D. made birds in a nest. Only he referred to them as Eggs Rothko, after having had them in Williamsburg somewhere arty. I don't think my photograph really makes it apparent, but it did make sense.
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