Date Descending

(Or half a constitutional crisis concerning the difficulty of making a start.)

(or, Thank You!, Ruger?)

(or, when you realize the pizzeria was always a parking lot)

(Or, When Disparate Looks Desperate & Goes Pro)

(+ 50 Diptychs, ‘lil Trumper, and photographing “white privilege”)

(Or, the body language of budding man-selves.)

(If John Belushi were alive he’d be wearing a “Trump University” sweatshirt)

(Or, what to do when you believe you’re being followed by a “Fata Morgana”)

(Or, where Flea’s ear meets Kobe’s nose, plus the oddest photograph I’ve seen in a long while)

(Or when daycare’s closed, the kids are napping and you’ve finally gotten around to backing-up your back-up)

Plus using Fair Use fairly, talking to golf-balls, the Facebookification of Instagram, #slyhigh, and when Marc Rubio is president.