Single-Serving Photo

I visited my parents and they had some company. Much wine was consumed and a lively conversation was had.

I found this in the bathroom.

Suz

Joe

P.S. Those are not my parents, just FYI.

what do they do with those little house things on the edges of reservoirs?

my favorite band patterned a tshirt after a matchbox logo. end of story.

what’s with the weird morning/evening fog, lately?

Prior to driving to work this morning I caught a glimpse of some of this typically bacheloresque trash laying about and making a graphic composition of itself. You get down with your bad self, Rolling Rock. You get down.

As I was driving in I endangered many lives to capture this and several other shifting one-handed and photographing out the window shots.

Then I parked and this just happened.

I can’t complain.