Photo Blog: Day 20

I grew up in a strange household. When we went to church on Sundays, we would determine where we sat by locating the area closest to the back with the least smelly perfume fragrance. A chemical within many perfumes gave my mother a horrible headache any time she was around them, so I cannot think of a time she has ever worn it. Similarly, we did not burn many candles in our house either. While I always contributed this to my mother's allergies, I learned within the past year that it was actually my father than instituted that oddity.

While I noted that we did not burn many candles, there were occasions that I can remember lighting them. When I was very young (probably around 5), my mother decided that a neat craft for us would be to make our own candles. My understanding is that we poured wax (and a few other things) into some cartons, and soon enough we had our very own candles. These candles were only lit when the power went out for long durations in time, and we needed a bit of light. As a result, it was many years before the last one burn out.

This picture was taken at a friend's house with my Canon XSi, and my 28-135mm lens.