To me, clowns aren’t funny. In fact, they’re kind of scary. I’ve wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.
A black and white candid of my younger brother, who is not really little anymore.
This photo is one that I’m not sure of. I like it, but it feels a little like a wash. I liked it enough after I took it to mark it for my photoblog, though… It certainly works better as … Continue reading
Traffic driving slowly through the rolling hills of just-outside-Guelph.