Sometimes, Pat and I trade lenses. He doesn’t like mine. I try to tell him that it’s not the lens that stinks, it’s him. Proof is pudding.


Look at the way Danilo pops from that tree. What a buttery depth of field!


Rockclimbing approach to treeclimbing. The bark ain’t having it.


A rare white herring in mid-flight. Could possibly be the only bird of its kind left in the world. It’s like photographing a ghost.


Another rare specimen. A Danilo perched high in the treetops.


You can walk right up this tree.


Jake’s knife has assisted release (read: switchblade). Action shot.


Danilo gets a quick shave.


Someone’s gotta feed the rats.


Hippies cutting hairs at the beach.


I think the ravens ate the seagulls.


It gets cold at the beach.


Logan moved back from NYC and had a vegan potluck at her new house in Oakland. It was Thanksgiving caliber and I left uncomfortably full.


Katherine made an appearance in pea green.


Happy Birthday Alex Harris!


Logan’s roommate Jacob played the Ghostbusters Soundtrack on vinyl and enjoyed it a whole lot.


Look at those grips. I’m so glad this girl came out.


New bike, new camera, this guy’s unstoppable.


We’ve got a nice rooftop in this beautiful city.


Even if Pat doesn’t like my lens. I still like his. Almost as much as I like making cookie casseroles with Liz.