I know this sounds a little perverse, but the first thing I associate with Easter Sunday is new underwear.  Growing up, there were always a few pairs in my basket (along with the jellybeans, grass, and a chocolate bunny).  For whatever reason, my mother decided it was a cute “tradition” for my sisters and me.  This was long before Victoria’s Secret and usually they were of the monogrammed eyelet variety.  Hey, every family has its quirks.

Artist Di Liu delivers a real surprise in his jarring photographs.  I wouldn’t want to meet these critters on the bunny trail!!!