I prefer the old ways. Also, this map is assuredly a cognitohazard.
For too long we have felt the tyranny of the early bird’s yoke. At last, it is our time in the light.
Strange they don’t mention he’s also a published author.
II is difficult to focus on my yard work, with the amount of shenanigans I can hear this little one getting up to behind me.
This series of self portraits by William Utermohlen, as his Alzheimer’s progressively worsened.
For reference, this is what Second Life looked like in its opening year of 2003.
My phone helpfully reminded me of these lovely photos of July 4th, 2020.
If you can catch a cloud break, the sky is fucking spectacular.
I thought his outfit was a bit much in the beginning, but it’s downright tasteful in comparison. That’s what he wears to court.
I’m usually pretty good at reading expressions, but wtf is going on here? This looks like a “last image” before someone goes missing.