Thursday, October 6, 2011

When we Know Where We're From...

Yesterday my eight year old son showed me a pencil that he had 'carved' (i.e. took all the yellow off).  He told me it took him 3 days.  I said- "That's the Icelandic blood in you, making beautiful things out of plain and normal pieces of wood".
Here are some very old samples of wood carvings we saw while in Iceland.

After I made the comment he said, "maybe I'll go to Iceland to learn how to carve wood one day."  Who knows?

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