This happy old face feels much better since getting some anti-inflammatories. Arthritis is a bitch.

And he would like me to know that he very much likes steak or steak-related plates.

Sometimes I don’t even know what goes on behind me while I work.

This is the same special individual who decided to get all freaked out by the trainer on TV – the same trainer doing the same warmup he’s seen for the past 7 weeks.

Hey, ma. Crepe Myrtles & riots of roses – in one yard – and all still blooming.

Go home, September. You’re drunk.

Street art in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn.

Parachute Drop @ Coney Island

Street art

My tree has gotten itself an initial.

I don’t remember exactly when this ball made it into our lives, but I’m thinking it was while my old man was a pup. It’s brought lots of the happy to the furry members of this family.

See, old man? Life is better for both of us when you just relent and let me take a picture of your face. You get to pretend to the world that your life is terrible and full of unimaginable doggie abuses; I get to have a portable version of your big dumb (adorable, lovey) dandruff face. Win-win.