rhymes with milk

Driving a Porche with the top down and a pretty girl next to you is pretty cool.

The streetlights were casting really strange light on our neighbor’s house.

Waiting to frolf with Dustin…

Outside of Anabelle’s apartment after a Glee night. I rode my bike here (somewhere nearish Foothills and Arapahoe) from the disc golf course in south Boulder in 12 minutes, averaging 18 mph*, which I thought was quick.

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Murder might take place here.

* Shouldn’t that actually be m/h, or even mi/h, but definitely not mph? We don’t say that the acceleration of gravity is 9.8 mps², right?

Clarification:

The titles of all these photo posts rarely match up with the post dates. This is because the title is the day the photo was taken, and the date in the little metadata sidebar there on the right is the day I actually got around to uploading and posting the photo.

I went to Target today.

The NCAR plateau is probably one of the most photographically fruitful areas in Boulder, and this was all I could come up with.

It was originally supposed to be an HDR, but Photoshop’s built-in HDR generator butchered it. Maybe it’s time to re-get Photomatix.

Yes. These are beans.