
A representation of what was consumed.

Founders of the feast. Thanks, Walter and Cordelia!
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.
A representation of what was consumed.
Founders of the feast. Thanks, Walter and Cordelia!
It’s the most wonderful time of the year!
The place looks great with the new paint job.
It’s an art deco palace.
The entry to the saddling enclosure and jockey’s room.
George “The Iceman” Woolf, an all-time great, and rider of Seabiscuit in his match race with War Admiral.
This guy’s name is Montana, and he got me a nice payday. Thanks, Montana!
…and down the stretch they come!
The lilies are ready to blow!
They’d talk about the Best Pizza Ever.
The best part is growing them yourself.
It was a beautiful spring day.
Clear and breezy.
If you turn your back to the homes looming immediately behind you, you can almost forget that you’re in the midst of suburbia.
Walking out into the yard in the morning and being greeted with this sight…a gift is exactly what it is.
They’ve even got that old-school style of mural that virtually every natural history museum has. I’ve never seen one I didn’t LOVE.
A mammoth molar. It’s also a totally mammoth molar.
An ex-whale.
He was a cute little fella.
Saber-tooth vs. horse. From the looks of it, they both lost.
Self portrait with megalodon.