I’m happy that my husband took the time to take an artistic photo this Christmas, unlike myself. This Christmas break, I made little attempts at making art, except for the Christmas gifts I gave one side of the family. Sadly, I failed to take pictures of this artwork. This Christmas break was one filled with joy and also one filled with grief.
I didn’t really want to read Charles Dickens, Great Expectations, but I opened it to read the best line of it….”It was the best of times, it was the worst of times….”
Thanks sweety for the picture, I love it and you.