The first of a series taken when we cleared out the living room in preparation for skylights. Ah, light.

(I may not be able to update exactly promptly this weekend; I'll be on my aunt's computer in Boston. My first time away from Damian. It feels surreal.)

I've been at this since late April. It seemed like time for a self-portrait.

Never do you feel quite as bereft after the age of ten.

On the Santa Monica Pier. (Everything I've posted the past few days is from the Pier, but this one is from the amusement park side of things.)

This is one of those pictures I don't know if anyone will like besides me, it's so chaotic. Which is what I like.

Waiting for fun.

So can I get out this way or what?