"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Happy feet
Staying home with the sniffles in the summer sucks. But this made me happy:
My sister forwarded me the dude's website, and some of the outtakes are funny.
1 comment:
That's awesome - thanks for posting it.
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