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Ten days to go and I'm as void of creativity as I've ever been all year.  So when you're all out of creativity do something completely random...like toss some citrus out in the snow.

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This was my daughter's evening snack turned into a proud artistic sculpture.  Ever since she watched me playing with the mum petals a few weeks ago she's been inspired.

What make's this "art", you ask?  (how dare you)

Well, it's all in the strategic placement of that one lonely seed.

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I think my Wacom tablet died.  The light had been slowly fading and now it's comatose.  Life's gonna be rough.

Here's a pear.  (thanks Natalie)