Mushie.

A little rain and out come the mushrooms.

Eat it up.

Don't you want to?

Froston.

You can be as famous as you want to be,
but you're still gonna have your name spelled wrong
from time to time.

Flushing Meadows.

I like when you see things a million times in photos
or movies, and when you see it in front of you,
it's still really awesome.

Some time ago.

This would be the first picture I ever took of Sara.
Crappy old cell phone and I don't think the picture
and the feeling it still gives me could be more perfect.

Out of service.

For miles.

Cut River Bridge

Port and Starboard.
This bridge is in no way related to the bridge
in the prior post.

One sketchy bridge.

And a beautiful hardwood view.
Cross your fingers, hope a train doesn't show up.

Classy child.

Green tongue and missing most of her teeth.
Love her.

Golden Gates.

I know everyone has their pictures of this bridge,
but this one is mine and I like it.

Something about.

Old fences in the desert that I love.

Progress.

I look at this guy everyday. Some days I take pics
of him and his progression of tree-pattern baldness.
He's a handsome shade of red these days.

Squirt squirt.

This guy was wandering around Central Park
all by his lonesome.
Then again, so was I.

More Koi.

Artsy? or lame.
You make the call.

The Sid.

Inside that head, there's a brain going 148mph.

Have a seat.

There's plenty.

Blood on the tracks.

Minus the blood of course.

Yard flowers.

A little film actually made them look prettier than in
real life. Love film....

Close.

Maybe a little too close to
big spinning wheels.

Bamboo Village

Beef with Broccoli.