It’s hard to top the views from the family farm.

Adam and I have posted another chapter in the saga that is Play the Next Track.

Most people may not know that it has always been a childhood dream of mine to visit the actual Sesame Street. Randomly seeing them onstage is one more step in the right direction.

I tend to take a lot of photographs of Sara. And while I think many of them are visually stronger than the photo above, this has to be my new favorite.

While at a family friend’s cabin in West Virginia, we grilled up dinner and drank margaritas. Full and happy, we all walked a short distance to this lake, which was edged by a round mountain.

The genuineness of her smile combined with the fact that there was a man walking his horse in the background are really what do it for me. Oftentimes the candid shots in the middle of a clicking frenzy are really the best.

This Memorial Day weekend found me in Cumberland, Maryland taking a break from the city to enjoy the mountain town and visit with friends. It also saw the tragic crushing of my poor Canon SD1000.

Fortunately, only the digital display is broken. I have to resort to the primitive, almost caveman-like method of looking through the viewfinder to frame the shot I want. It also means I can’t review the picture after snapping it. I know, I know - truly tragic.

This was one such non-reviewed picture that was a pleasant surprise when downloading my pictures earlier this evening. It was snapped in the home of Cumberland’s amazingly talented artist, Beth Piver.

Another ten days and another chapter of Play the Next Track is up. I like the direction the story is taking - it’s finally getting a bit of meat to it!

To counteract my injury-provoked lethargy as of late, I bought myself a Wacom Cintiq digital tablet. This was my first doodle on it - nerdy, of course. To say that it is a ton of fun drawing on this thing would be an understatement.

Dear Younger Garrett,

If they say don’t touch it, touch it. If they take it away, get it back. If they reject you, move on. If they swing, swing back. If they say don’t dance, dance your fucking heart out.

And don’t ever, ever, let anyone say that Captain Planet would still get along fine without the Heart kid. You know it takes all five.

New hobby - going through my collection of animal photographs and making them blink.

In unison.

My subconscious, possibly influenced by my last post, took me back to England in my dreams last night. I was visiting Cambridge again, and my parents seemed to have moved back there.

I don’t remember much else, except for the fact that I woke up with the disappointment that it was just a dream and a craving for a pint of Boddingtons. Whether or not this officially makes me an alcoholic is debatable.