I am really tired. Back from seeing the in-laws. When my mind stops hurting, I'll write about it. So, because I am out of it, I present four pictures to tide you over.
My wife. She has such piercing eyes I find beautiful. Then again, this is her pissed at me.
There's something about water in motion. When you capture the peak of a fountain, there's something alive about it.
This picture always makes me smile. It's my father. The week of my graduation from college, my wife and I took my parents to the St. Louis Zoo. To me, this is the quintessential representation of my father. A man with a balloon.
Happy Birthday, Lori.