She said it was ok to post this one.
It was a lovely dinner over a lovely fire.
It was pretty, and I think that’s reason enough.
Thanks, old friend. You’re awesome, and I love you dearly.
Welp, sorry Rocco. That was as much my fault as yours, and seriously, respect about the zipper thing.
Gypsy got a booboo, I tried to temporarily fix Gypsy’s booboo, I got a booboo.
I decided the universe wasn’t happy with my being on the wrong side of the border.
I was pretty sure that jingling was from a pair of handcuffs at this point, and I was about to be arrested for gods-only-know-what.
I feel pretty accomplished.
I just thought this shot deserved a post of its own.
I didn’t leave anything in Maine except about fifty liters of puke.
My bag is rated to -3, but I gotta tell ya, zero is pushing it.
We had a few laughs that involved a young family and a unicorn onesy that was not, shall we say, modestly arranged.
Everyone knows I’m a bird guy, but every now and again a mammal catches my eye. I took a portrait of this little guy in New York.
Meghan is always an adventure.
Wilmington, NC is a place I miss very much.
I don’t think I have any more to say about this shot from before I left Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts.
The bench is notable enough that it’s got its own article in Atlas Obscura.
Rhode Island doesn’t have much in the way of “Welcome to Rhode Island” signage in their welcome center.
Look, just because I had to shoot all my gear for an insurance policy, doesn’t mean the shots have to be boring.