Saturday, November 06, 2004

Like painting a house with a nail polish brush.

Wifey and I took a friend of mine over to my parents house to show him my father's bonsai trees. My father has been growing trees since I was a boy and still has projects that are not to his liking. It takes a special kind of patience to be able to have an idea of what you want something to look like but know that it won't look that way for a generation. Here's one that he's had for about ten years.


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