Panties, Panties, Panties

I come downstairs this morning to the dulcet, drawling tones of an impending rape trial with seersucker suits and lots of handkerchief wiping.

Stef is watching To Kill a Mockingbird. Oddly, there are no birds in the film, but I enjoy the bizarre and surreal dressed-as-a-ham-walking-through-the-woods scene. Every frame of this movie has such excellent composition.

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