Yeah! Shed that clothing. We're off for a weekend
communing with something called "nature".
It would be a nice view if you could get rid of all
these darn trees.
I was there with the lovely Oona Biddle.
The world looks so blue when you view it through
a lawn chair.
Uncle Tony was very entertaining, especially when
he tried something called human child juggling.
Hey! Some privacy please.
This was our take on Manet's "Le déjener sur l'herbe".
Ooh! This Marmoleum flooring is sweet!
Let us in!
Oh no, Oona has slipped into a portal and is trapped
inside the house by an invisible forcefield.
They say your finger tips are the most sensitive part
of your body.
Hey, where did everybody go?