Contrary to the opinion of my father, my birthday was the 14th of August. Oh, the estrangement is not over you bastard, it ain’t over.
I had a really good birthday when it comes right down to it.
On the way in to work I ride across the Washington Avenue bridge. I looked down to see them loading cars from the bridge onto flatbed tow trucks. It was kind of weird and sad, but I’m like that a lot, so it was kind of par for the course.
Sarah, Lisa, and Noah came to my work to deliver balloons and cupcakes. I was kind of overwhelmed, and I really wanted to just take Noah to the park right then and play.
The other day Sarah took this picture of a mostly debadged Subaru. It now says “BAR.”
I haven’t been photographing bikes lately, but here’s one that I liked:
Piano Sale in the Sky:
Neither of these people was ever my photo TA:
I like “no look photographs” — you just point in the general direction of your target and click! I caught this guy right as he beat his girlfriend in the face with her own guitar. Take that, Carlson student who is “branching out” with a guitar class. SMACK! SMACK!
If you smoke and then drown, your lungs will look like this:
I think that I have other photos of this bike in earlier stages of decomposition…
Get your bicycle on the floor.