Digital camera, some booze, and Molly.

Edit!: I was drunk when I posted this. That's probably fitting, because I'm pretty sure I was drunk when I took it. And I feel drunk looking at it now. But that sure is Molly!

Poker night. Last summer (shocker, right?). Dorothy shuffles, Ian looks on. Patrick's house. Dorothy and Patrick made that table. They bought everything, built it themselves. I think Patrick's father helped. A lot.

I took this photo in Memphis, at a hotel named The Peabody. It's a nice hotel. In Memphis. Every day at 11 am, they march the ducks into this fountain from an elevator nearby. Everyone crowds around to watch the ducks march in. You have to get there early to get a good spot. Notice that I'm on a balcony. No duck closeups.

I really wish I had taken a picture of the transvestite who sang to Emily and me at the Budweiser Pavilion on Beale Street that night. I guess some things are better left to memory.

I took this last summer on the street I grew up on. The next car that came by almost hit my tripod. Eek.