Why did I want to come back to Florida so badly?  I realize how bad it sucks here. 

If I cry ‘uncle’ can I go back ?

Teenage fantasies do come true.  Now only if we were naked.

Meeeee- Yoooowwwww.

Glorious paid boredom

Carter hiding under a blanket.

With Autumn approaching and my life in the shitter, I can’t help but get a little melancholy. 

Peeking over the fence, looking at me is the fact that I’m no longer in England. 

For some reason photographing fire is rather amazing to me. I’m no arsonist or anything, but it’s just beautiful to watch.