Girls, girls, girls

Remarkably, I’ve been home for a little over 24 hours and already I’ve processed all of the photos I took in San Francisco. This is record time for me because the average amount of time I wait to look at the photos I’ve taken while on vacation is about four years. Blame it on laziness or, I don’t know, laziness, it’s just that sometimes it’s so exhausting to watch the card reader transfer all those photos from the memory card to my hard drive. I burn at least a hundred calories just thinking about it.

You can see the whole set here, but if you’re just interested in some of my favorites, well then, OKAY. But I’m not going to write your history paper for you, I have to draw the line somewhere. Although I would sell you the one I wrote in 1997.

Heather is good for licking

in the light shining down from heaven