Underneath the watchful eye…

And behind the “looking” glass…

Oh, well, yes, I really do owe Lewis Carroll an apology. Curious curios collected over the years, each one with a story, a memory, even though some of those stories and memories are lost to time, or distorted by time, kind of like a Julian Barnes story.

Campari…

Rocking horse…

Magic bus…

Eskimo…

What we collect, what does that say about us, right? And further, where we place, how we place our little objects, what too does that say about us? It caught my eye; it means something. I must have it, cherish it, forever. It will look just right, right here…

Friends…

Henny penny…

Our little world…

The moon belongs to everyone…