I don't talk about my photos much here. I don't talk about much here. I don't talk much. Anymore. Which is a topic for another time. Anyway, so many of you who read this have ubercameras that between my lack of talent and my point and shoot camera, I can't imagine too many people would find them interesting.
However, scattered in among the Twitteresque debris of my photos are a few recent items I wanted to share. Please note that life behind them is much, much, smaller than it appears in the mirror. Oh and forgive the lack of cut.
I saw David Blaine jump a shark. Right-side up.
Hottie in the orchard
(note to
tony_m, I make good on my threats... eventually.)
I was hankering for some chicken nuggets, but Banksy's place was closed.
At a parade, I saw a ghost.
I only wish it was.
We had a protest.
And then we had another.
The scene of the crime. Isn't it said that scoundrels wrap themselves in the flag?