Fall flew by. Suddenly it’s January again, and my house is mouldering away in the constant rain. The fact that one roll of film lasted me for 1.5 months is something I probably aught to be ashamed of. Oh well – hard to feel bad when Hoagy Carmichael is singing “Lazy River.” Also, screw WP for never uploading my files in order. There you have it.


One forgets that pigs can become enormous creatures. On my boss’s ranch this momma reigns supreme.


Baking with E. Morell in the Headlands


Rye bread in its formative state.


Shooting with Paul Clipson. He had me running all over the place.


Christmas morning.


Just before the childish glee sets in.


The moms and their presents.


Spawn.


What would this blog be, without the gratuitous look-alike pictures of food I make?


Paul is a man of many mysteries. I think moms snapped this one.