Contrary to popular belief they don’t even sell fleas here.
It’s a pug, not a feature.
I can’t explain what’s so fascinating about taking pics of old records, CDs and whatnot, but it is, in fact, pretty fascinating.
Somewhere between winter and spring.
Look! It’s Alf. And Alf!
If the city could speak..
My photos look like trash.
Another favorite: Happy Little Trees!
One of my favorite photos off the last roll: the “looks like summer even though it’s January” stack of wood.