Pirate-Lincoln

This is probably the weirdest thing I have ever seen on money. My Brother-in-Law James pulled it out of his wallet while we were on the way to a yet-to-be-blogged (awesome!) Andrew Bird Concert April 11.

What's the weirdest fore-father graffiti you've seen?

"My shoes came in on my hands"

When Joe said, "my shoes came in on my hands," he meant he carried them in the house. But this is what I pictured:











I like my version best. It's much more entertaining. Hope you had a happy Easter; we did!

Utah

I've been digging through old pictures this evening. This one was taken in Utah on our honeymoon. Every time I look at this picture I feel relaxed and happy. I remember the warm, dry air and the cool silk shirt I was wearing when I took it. I remember the crunching of coarse sand and pebbles under my tennis shoes and the story I heard several years before when I first visited Zion about how amazed Victorian-era Americans were when they first set eyes on the red rocks in Southern Utah but how it's not quite as amazing to us because by the time a modern-era child is four they've seen thousands of images of the rocks in the backgrounds of advertisements.

Regardless, it's still always breathtaking to me, even in photographs on chilly spring evenings that are far removed from a summer sunset in the southwest.

Then I remember the state of mind I was in then and the person I was. It makes me feel old in a good way. It makes me realize how much I have grown as a person and as photographer since then.

For these reasons, and others, I love this photograph.