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4.30
It was growing wild in the ditch. Lori's folks transplanted it to their front yard where it can be more easily appreciated.
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4.29
Goth girl gone wild for the blue muppet himself. These two can also be seen in the background of this picture.
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4.28
(no explanation given)
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4.27
Barnyard rap from the north country. Here.
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4.26
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4.25
Don't know who he is, but he sure was drunk. I love that his shirt is on inside-out and backwards.
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4.24
The man himself, in his basment after a party.
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4.23
(no explanation given)
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4.22
Lori and I were excited to meet Greg Brown, who played a show in my old hometown of Cambridge, Minnesota last night. If you've not heard of Greg, do yourself a favor and get cozy with his songs. Any album will do. My favorite is The Live One.
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4.19
if thousands is dead. Long live if thousands.
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4.18
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4.17
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4.16
The bespeckled older gentleman posing with a cane in this picture was chosen at random. I liked his white hat, so I approached him "excuse me sir, I'm a local photographer out for a walk" and I showed him the reference shot of the scene on my camera saying that "I'd like to put a person in this picture." As I pointed off to the Riverside Market parking lot, I noticed that four large men were trying to jimmy the lock on his van.
He glanced at his gleaming gold watch, and then at the van.
"The police are coming to unlock it, but we will have it open before they arrive," he explained between unintelligible sentences of blended Spanish and Italian. Behind him, one of the men yanked a slimjim up the window seam without luck. He cursed.
The old man checked his watch again, flashing the sun in his diamond pinky ring. Then he looked at the men. They were trying again. After a pause he declared "I will be in your picture."
We started crossing the street when the guy in charge of the crew followed us asking where I was taking him. The old man ignored him and continued on, so I stopped and explained my little project. The guy smiled and waved me off. "There," I said, catching up to the old man, "now they won't worry about you."
"I have 350 million dollars," he replied. "I go as I please."
With that we crossed the parking lot in silence, splitting up halfway across. He turned toward the dried blue paint spill and I toward the marker I'd left. In the viewfinder, I immediately noticed his long shadow leading up the drainpipe to the big eye. I took one picture and accompanied him back to his van.
As we arrived, the men succeeded on the lock. They cheered and started climbing in, obviously eager to leave before the police got there. But the old man had wandered slowly off toward a gas stand, and the sight of a classic mint Jaguar. The crew waited uncomplaining as he stood staring at it, rubbing his hands as if he might buy it right there at the pump. I thanked him respectfully and left without asking his name.
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4.15
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4.14
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4.13
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4.12
Bee's eye view into an orchid.
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4.11
Last Saturday at the Zoo. Always mixed feelings there. Sure, he's in the big house and it's got him down, but at least he's not bushmeat.
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4.10
My son Derek stepping out of a comic book store in Duluth.
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4.9
Mmmmmm.... bounce flash.
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4.8
My son Brandon and his henchmen armed to the teeth for Anime Detour. There were lots of soulreapers (from Bleach) running around there, and no one was taking any chances.
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4.7
Nicholas D. Wolfwood is the gunslinger priest from Trigun. The cross pictured contains hidden nerf guns, or so I overheard.
Thanks to Brandon for the info.
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4.6
Surreality at the anime convention.
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4.5
Joel Berlowe spinning at Karl's last house party.
Happy Birthday Lori!
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4.4
(no explanation given)
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4.3
Fully involved, like how firemen mean it when they report back about an inferno.
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4.2
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Previously...
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