Our Peter.  We are so blessed to know him and have him with us at CC.

 A French Maid?  No, it's Miss Donna donning a skeleton.  That's a cranium on her head... definitely not a coffee filter.  Or as Miss Donna would say "caw-fee filter".

 JASON! What were you doing?  

Punching poor Joseph right below his ribcage and sternum!  Poor Joseph.

 The French Maid... um Miss Donna's vertebrae.

 Cassandra in art.

Caleb and Melissa

Below is Douglas' poem for Essentials.  Email me yours and I'll post it too!

black.

Raven black.

With light reflecting off his head as he waits to let his arrow fly.

light.

firelight

that falls upon the dancers who wear feathers upon their head.

water.

rushing water

a fish jumps.

the hawk spots him and swoops down

to the fish's doom

twig.

a twig snaps

the explorer can only wait for his eminent death.

tree.

green tree

the scout accelerates himself up the tree with his coffee brown arms
to reward himself with eggs in a nest.

Douglas B.

 Miss Pam and Collin directed The Life of Joseph today.  GREAT JOB COLLIN and PAM!!

 Anna and her babies throughally enjoyed the play.

Douglas showing great angst at Collin/Joseph receiving the coveted towel of many colors.

 Joseph, aka Collin, being presented to his brothers.

Ok, I have to admit that I was a bit concerned that Thomas, Douglas' younger brother, would be intimidated by our impromptu plays.  As most of you know, it is a rare CC play that Douglas does not participate and fully act out his part.  Alas, my fears were for not.  Thomas jumped, literally, at the prospect of donning a cape, acting a part that he had absolutely no familiarity and fulling enjoying the limelight.  Look for Thomas, shod in green Crocs today,  to win one of many Oscars in his family.

Joseph, well not Joseph but Judah smiling before throwing his brother in a well.