Cameraphone snap of a crappy old Nissan in the parking lot of my local community college. Note the above-ground swimming-pool plastic fastened to the bumper with finishing nails and “N I S S A N” stenciled in black letters on the front.
A liberated Iraqi girl, surely grateful for her newfound freedoms.
My eleven-year-old Volvo (one-and-a-half years old, to me), in the act of hitting the big 100,000 this morning.
I’m no product designer, but if I were making children’s coat hooks for Marshall’s, I don’t think that I’d place the knob in this particular spot:
December 4, 2004. Amber‘s Sorensen Institute Political Leaders Program poses in the Rotunda‘s Dome Room for a graduation class photo.
Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings, this kid lumbers into statistics class, plops down next to me, tilts his head back, and goes to sleep. He snores and snorts loudly for 50 minutes and, when class is done, he wakes up and leaves. I have no idea why he bothers to show up.
Amber at a Greene County christmas tree farm, where we picked up a 7′ balsam fir on Saturday. (Cameraphone picture.)
November 16, 2004, 5:52pm. Peddrew-Yates Residence Hall.
October 19, 2004, 1:43pm. Ida, just shy of 10 months.