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Apples -- Happy Thanksgiving

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dive said…
Happy Thanksgiving, Robyn.

Have a good trip.
9:04 AM
Sassy Sundry said…
I love this---did you paint it?

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
9:09 AM
Scout said…
Yes, I painted it during my "water color" phase. I'll be posting several of my masterpieces over the holiday weekend for lack of time to actually write anything.
9:17 AM
Sassy Sundry said…
I'm still reading here (saving Maryann). I just got to the post about this.

You are one talented lady, Robyn.
9:29 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Hey you artsy fartsy!! I like this one the best.. You should make prints of this for distribution.

It would go nice in my Kitchen.
11:48 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
I painted something like this when I was in the institution ;>) but i remeber there being numbers to correspond with the colors
11:51 AM
Scout said…
Institution? Is there a story there?
12:49 PM
Old Knudsen said…
Its hard to paint with your fingers isn't it Rich? I liked this picture as soon as I saw it, then I said to myself did Robyn paint this? ah crap I'm gonna have to compliment her, its so out of character for me and people think I'm being sarcastic so I don't bother me arse.
2:39 PM
peahen said…
I think that the moral of the story is that if you're going to get sectioned, to make sure you're in America at the time, not England. Here they just teach you basket-weaving.

I'm quite tempted by the thought of learning to paint while enjoying the the best hospitality the state has to offer.

I look forward to seeing more, Robyn.
3:13 PM
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