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.

Beaver teeth.

Abandoned small pox hospital, Roosevelt Island.

From the F train.

4th Ave./9th St.

They Just. Keep. Multiplying.

Little round Asian eggplant. One of my local, seasonal veggie impulse buys from this weekend’s ridiculously heavy Whole Foods trip.

Photo taken old school, using a prime 50mm lens + 2 magnifying filters from the old SLR kit inherited from my Dad. I think the result turned out well, despite my eyes being all out of whack and not wanting to focus clearly through the lens today.

 

Look at this old man face.

The best Summer has to offer. Needless to say, I was ridiculously excited to see these guys at the grocery store this weekend.