Sunflowers

I think this is my favorite of all the photos I took and messed about with this year. Next year, hopefully, I'll do something even better. Happy New Year to both of my readers!

On Real-Life Tintypes

As discussed here, I love me some old-timey photos. So, when I found somewhere in Austin that actually produced the real thing, I had to follow up. This is going to be my Xmas present to myself: a genuine tintype picture of me and my wife to hang on my wall. Finding the place turned … Continue reading On Real-Life Tintypes →

Santa’s Tragic End

If Santa didn't make it to your house today, this might be why. Savaged to death by a pack of wild dogs. No one saw that coming. The end of Santa?

Kids

So, trawling through antique stores in Austin is endlessly fascinating. I mean, just being surrounded by history can be fascinating. But sometimes, the gods of bloggers give me a special gift. Like, what the hell is this? Oh, and Happy Xmas.

On Tintypes

If you don’t know what a tintype picture is, think of those olde-time-y pictures of outlaws like Billy the Kid. Unless you’re thinking of a modern movie still, you’re thinking of something that looks like a tintype. I think I first fell in love with the modern way of making "old" pictures when I saw … Continue reading On Tintypes →

Happy Birthday, Jordan

Jordan is somewhere around 10 years old today (well, we adopted her on this day, so this is her Official Birthday). The story of Jordan is here. But for now, happy birthday Angry Grandma. We love you.

Bambi’s Down!

I made this. With the help of Comic Life, so let's spread the blame around.

So Your Wife is Out of Town for a Week

Day 1 You’re up early to wave your wife off. You’ve carried her suitcase to the waiting Lyft, now back for a coffee and check of the work email. Modern tech means that you’re never really apart. At least not for very long. You can share the ride to the airport, the breakfast, and then … Continue reading So Your Wife is Out of Town for a Week →

Longhorns

Found in Texas. No, really.

On Heirlooms

My style – and we are really stretching the meaning of that word about as far as it can go – is really an absence of style. Like a black hole of style – in that it is both an absence and yet also very very black. I don’t mean to follow the example of … Continue reading On Heirlooms →