Wednesday, December 25, 2019

December 25th, 2019

I hid behind the tree with a camera, not quite the spy that I used to be. 

The boy's teeth are falling out right on schedule. He got a computer for Christmas. He's seven. Mom and I figured it's time. And why not?

All is well here, mom and I are being tender with one another, which makes Christmas nice. Some sugar. My hand's been up her ass crack all day long, when no one's looking. 

I couldn't bring myself to focusing the below shot on his teeth. It's like a countryside Greek temple in there, one that has partially sunk into the bog while the other half has been discovered and restored by the Romans. 

Something like that.