Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, which means y’all gotta take that motherfucker seriously.
“California here we come, right back where we started from. Pedal to the floor. Thinkin’ of the roar.”
Our winter hasn’t been nearly as bad as yours continues to be, so I am willing this kind of weather on your behalf.
Perfect light and setting interrupted only by the name of a dog being belted out by Her Majesty.
Giving my other two children some much needed attention in between taking photos of trees.
Deceptively beautiful Kryptonite hanging from a tree. I can no longer lift cars or stop moving trains or seduce Lois Lane.
Today on our corporate campus we moved the lunch service to the back patio. For morale!
Unfortunately they were born one of Marlo’s favorite colors so their lifespan is in serious danger.
I won’t name any names, but I’m writing this specifically for you. And you and you and you.
Remember a world without Instagram filters?