The Boy
Saturday was a crisp and beautiful fall day. It was sunny, a little cool and picture-perfect. So what did I do? I spent a better part of it in a dank basement cleaning, organizing and trying to make sense of the chaos down below. But in between sessions of throwing out useless accumulated shit and maximizing space for boxes full of junk I'll still never need, I managed to get outside in the yard with Lamont. And I'm glad I did. He had quite a bit of energy to burn off, cruising around the yard at high rates of speed.
Then, in mid-stride, he stopped and posed for this picture. He
stood that way, with one paw in front of the other, for about 20
seconds, while I took the shot. Strange little guy.
He would later chill out in the leaves.
And this face, please.
And like clockwork, every Saturday, Lamont yells "It's Game Day, bitches! Where my gear at?"
And this face, please.
And like clockwork, every Saturday, Lamont yells "It's Game Day, bitches! Where my gear at?"
The sweatshirt (and a matching blue scarf with a maize "M" on it) come courtesy of Heate.
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