Tuesday, June 12, 2007

low country, revisited

my baby brother in the best t-shirt ever. someone very classy must have given him that shirt. i'd hesitate to wear something like this in san francisco, but in south carolina meat is everywhere, including your breakfast cereal.



my parents are friends with a guy who details harleys for a living. this is a self-portait that was hanging in his bedroom.



my parents are retired. they keep their wits about them by betting their retirement funds on cutthroat bocce matches. exciting!


creepy tombstones in savannah, ga. for some reason it's really disturbing to me that i can't make out what george augustus clough died from at age 22. stranger's what? stranger's fate? what the hell does that mean??

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