Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Just for Fun

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“Take a picture while I’m swinging, Grandma!”

“I can’t. You need to stay still. Hey…get back here!?”

Kids are so easy to make laugh.

“Look Grandma, I found my people.”

Where does this kid get it from?

And just in case you are wondering….apparently he does exist…

(Just for fun is the weekly prompt for Lens-Artists photo challenge.)

6 thoughts on “Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Just for Fun”

Abrie Joubert says:

October 31, 2018 at 7:56 pm

My path crossed wit a number 15 (english sizes) foot friend once – he does exist,. Not many shoes in that size though

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 31, 2018 at 7:57 pm
  
  Oh my. That is a big foot. Lol. Thanks for the smile.
  
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pattimoed says:

October 31, 2018 at 12:14 pm

This post is great fun, VJ! Glad you joined us.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 31, 2018 at 12:50 pm
  
  Thanks for hosting Patti!
  
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Tina Schell says:

October 31, 2018 at 4:33 am

LOL on the Bigfoot sign VJ! Well done

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 31, 2018 at 12:47 pm
  
  Thanks Tina.
  
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