Reykjavik, Iceland.
Cart-Michael is a street kid no doubt. I think I captured his attitude rather well as he is a true rebel. He also makes great pancakes.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Ingirídur Ósk
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Hlýa Ósk
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Kjartan
Friday, August 18, 2006
My lost little wheeled friends
Hello!
My name is Alice and I want to share something with you;
I saw a documentary on the telly the other day. It was about a lady named Samantha who claimed she could talk to animals. She said she communicated with them through pictures and that they talked back. I was so relieved! I was not alone! I too talk to little creatures. They are filled with desires and emotions and I help them achive their dreams.
I'm talking about the wonderful, precious creatures called "shoppingcarts".
I have so many stories to tell you about shoppingcarts I've met; from the creaky ladies at my local grocery store to the smooth steely gentleman I met at Debenhams last year. His secret dream was to be filled with lingerie and spun in circles untill he passed out. He told me this behind a shirt stand at the summersale, and later I returned to grant his wish.
But behind the passion and the characters, theres a problem. The ones who gets lost, abducted and abused. This page is for them; the lost ones who are looking for a home and someone who will love them dearly.
My name is Alice and I want to share something with you;
I saw a documentary on the telly the other day. It was about a lady named Samantha who claimed she could talk to animals. She said she communicated with them through pictures and that they talked back. I was so relieved! I was not alone! I too talk to little creatures. They are filled with desires and emotions and I help them achive their dreams.
I'm talking about the wonderful, precious creatures called "shoppingcarts".
I have so many stories to tell you about shoppingcarts I've met; from the creaky ladies at my local grocery store to the smooth steely gentleman I met at Debenhams last year. His secret dream was to be filled with lingerie and spun in circles untill he passed out. He told me this behind a shirt stand at the summersale, and later I returned to grant his wish.
But behind the passion and the characters, theres a problem. The ones who gets lost, abducted and abused. This page is for them; the lost ones who are looking for a home and someone who will love them dearly.
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