Week 11: Artificial Source of Light
B. inherited a guitar from his 10-year-old cousin. And he LOVES it. Plays it almost every day. He sings the Taxi song, Fire Truck song, as well as songs he hears at our (almost) weekly trek to Tot Shabbat.
Here he’s sitting near what used to be my favorite lamp in the living room. I say “used to” because I made a useful discovery about this pretty, slightly pricey lamp this week: when it comes to photos, it doesn’t illuminate as nicely as the cheap-o lamp I bought from Target.
To round the blog circle and see how others have interpreted this month’s theme of artificial light, start with the incredibly talented Jessie Wixon.