The man who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The man who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

My Ball

Cierra is hoarding her last two balls. Our foster dog has destroyed all the others. The ones that are left are cheap glow-in-the-dark dog balls I picked up at WalMart. It's funny how the $2 ball outlasted the $6 squeaky dog ball.

Cierra says "my ball"


"See..."


Distracted.


I liked the wispy clouds.

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