I do this with extreme trepidation, but…damnit…what the hell. There are bad photos of me on the internet already, might as well try to fight the power.

My buddy

who does Sinister Bedfellows (and you’re reading Sinister Bedfellows, right? Of course you are, because it’s genius.) very kindly tramped around an outdoor sculpture garden and an arboretum with me, taking random photos. Since he’s a much better photographer than I am, a few even came out presentably…and more than a few came out odd. (If only the one with the phallic rock had come out…alas!)

There were at least two spots where

stopped in his tracks, got the mad light of a photo-comicker in his eyes, and scurried to photograph a scene of random oddity. It was pretty entertaining.

So this is what I look like these days. My rather stark farmer’s tan is showing, and…you know, I’m gonna resist the urge to apologize. There may be some others up in time, but these are the two that came out best, probably because of the setting.

Me, with weird vines

Me, at the knees of a very strange piece of outdoor sculpture

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