365/365

These cards lay beneath a giant, wooden carving of a bear outside of J.P. Bullfeathers and just so happen to be my favorite poker hand. Fate or coincidence?

365 of 365
365 of 365

This marks the 365th and final daily picture, my friends. I hope you’ve enjoyed the experiment. I may try it again sometime, perhaps with a better camera so I can capture some breathtaking shots of the drunk guys wandering up and down Elmwood Avenue every weekend. Adieu.

359/365

An eclectic day that calls for three images. The first needs no explanation.

359a of 365
359a of 365

That creep Hugh Jackman won’t stop staring at me.

359b of 365
359b of 365

It’s bad enough I had to even enter the Walden Galleria mall, suffering eight aneurysms while inside, but the checkout person at Sears forgot to remove the plastic security device that is apparently filled with glass and ink that will shatter should I try and remove it myself. Thus, another trip to the mall is in order. Kill me.

359c of 365
359c of 365

And yes, for all of you thinking I’m a jean-thieving bandit, I have a receipt.