biking with cody is always an adventure

behind these gates a guard was lurking on a lame ass bike with a bubble butt seat.  pathetic.

it kinda looks like a sonic the hedge hog head

that bird up top is diving at top speed because it busted Cody stealing and eating her eggs in the lower lefthand part of the frame when he thought it wasn't looking. bird was so flustered it tried to peck out his eyes, but with the dexterity of a mountain goat, he codally judo-chopped the poor thing and it flew away unsteadily, two eggs less. 

train.

litte red van

in the desert it gets so hot that even the vultures die sometimes

little talbot island state park, fl was covered in spanish moss. i wanted to wear it like a giant troll beard, but was told that it was filled with mites that would burrow under my skin and irritate the hell out of it if i did.

windmills aplenty

new mexico. taking pictures from a car window makes awesome foregrounds.

two texas longhorns throwin down. the white one gored the neck of the brown one right after i took this, and there was blood everywhere, almost like a geyser it shot, spraying the surrounding grass, the trees, over my shoulders, into the road, onto this little girl that was posing in front of the fence, god i didn't think she was ever going to quit screaming... it was stupendous, but i ran out of film, so i guess the world wasn't meant to see the horror that was texas.

fort wadsworth

this is fort wadsworth as the title already let you know. it was the first fort where floating mines where deployed. apparently they called them torpedos and it was on a long string near where the Verrazano Bridge now stands above, from one side of the hudson river to the other, and sailors would just wait with their hands on some sort of detonating device and wait for British ships to venture into New York harbor, all the while there was a deadly string of floating mines bobbing around.

photos? indeed.

this is BANDIT. hes a scoundrel

so i'm camping in texas, and the guy next site over from us comes over.

says "watch out for raccoons. had one open up my tent, then got into my cooler and stole my sandwiches. them things are smart"

then he says "well i'll be, there's the little guy right there"

and i look down into the bushes and this thing is just hanging out watching us with a half eaten apple core in his hand, happy as can be, chewing away like he owns the place.

Then i got his picture and named him bandit.

SVB. you're by far one of the best people this planet has to offer

Thats right. multiple images per posting. (way to figure out the obvious) we're moving into the future with this one, people...

this is texas. grain silos, sky, grass, and telephone poles. sell it back to mexico i say.

above we got SVB at the Grand Canyon. it rocked. I saw a reindeer, later confirmed to be an Elk, but you know what they say, "an elk in the hand is better than an elk in a bush." the elk i saw WAS in a bush though, but he still had a good look about him. very astute, austere even. with furry grey antlers.

below that we have a typical image of a giant state it took me like two days to drive through, and it was an uncomfortable place straight out of Easy Rider minus Peter Fondas charm, and its was weird and the small towns along the way were half shut-down, and we only met a few nice people that didn't have guns or cowboy hats on their person, and then we ended up camping in a dry county, and i was like wtf? this is texas, right? all i want is a beer. but it was still texas, so watch out if you ever wander into it. those muthas will getchoo one way or another...

puerto rico? hell yes

El Yunque. where all your dreams come true

i can't fucking get other images up

i once saw an iguana crawl up at this very spot out of the sea. Then Mari hit her head on this tree.

so i'm ignorant right now, and am not getting something about posting images. thats what I'm attempting to do with this blog, but shit, i'm not having the best of luck.

i live in bushwick

here are some images of beautiful bushwick. come visit. move your family there. maybe buy a junkyard or an old factory? possibilities are limitless, but filling up quickly due to our sudden economic turn-around...

the wasteland 

the robot face was saying something to me, but too quietly for me to make out

guard dogs almost ripped this guy up. but he let out a roar like a lion, the sound of which my ears had never before heard, and the cowering dogs turned tail between legs and scurried off. simply marvelous.