Thursday, May 21, 2009

Cross your carrots!

Here I am playing with my food again. Actually, this carrot was never eaten, since you can see it had been lounging in my vegetable basket for too long.... I talked my son into lending his fingers for this photo. See another unusual carrot here , and see how else I play with my food by clicking
right here. Remember, you don't stop playing when you grow old, but you grow old when you stop playing.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Really nice reflection :).

I love fruits and vegetables with special shapes (specially when going to the open air market to buy them).

blackbird said...

I would be almost afraid to eat that carrot. I think that I would plant it again in the garden and hope that it flowers for the bees.

Bob Crowe said...

Brilliant. I hope we never stop playing.

Tash said...

Hear, hear! Keep on playing!
(As a kid, we had soup for dinner almost every day at least in the winter - and I used to try to connect the oil slicks floating on top into one really big one - I can still hear, 'Nemoj da se igras sa hranom.' Cheers!

Jay said...

I love the photo AND the quote. I agree, you have to grow up, but you don't have to grow old. ;)

B SQUARED said...

Truer words were never spoken.

Maria said...

Haha, great picture!

Well, guess you visited my blog a couple of months ago and left a comment on a post about kolo - sorry for only getting to reply your comment now! Lots going on around here lately, I almost forgot I had a blog!

Anyways, hope you managed to learn kolo a bit, with the instructions I gave in that post! :)

Your blog is great, gonna add it to my blog friends' list!

All the best from a Brazilian in love with Serbia (and hoping to come back to Beograd real soon!)

- Maria

MuseSwings said...

A lucky carrot! It's lucky that you didn't eat it. I play with my food too - it tastes better shen it is arranged playfully.

Laloofah said...

Very clever! That carrot was obviously crossing its fingers that it wouldn't be eaten, and it worked! :-)

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