Dawn's latest nephew. Mmhm, change my diaper you will.
Duckies congregating in one of Dawn's childhood haunts.
Dawn Davina Marini played here.
A stray met by Dawn while visiting Granny. It appears friendly.
But appearances can be deceiving--it lunges for Dawn's bosoms!
In the front lawn, the Jersey front lawn, the feline sleeps today.
Puck stares down his parents. He will have lettuce.
Puck stares from kitchen towards front door.
Puck sits back on my bedroom window sill, chilling with the lava.
View from living room of my uncle's home, showcasing his collections.
Some of uncle's collected prints.
Uncle drew this bear on a fungus. It could be the same one he shot down with his handgun in Oregon.
More knick-knacks from uncle's cabin. The clock is commemorative of the US fleet sailing round the world after WWI.
Another etching into tree fungus. Uncle returned a year after spotting this stag and SHOT HIM DEAD.
A happy little leprechaun on uncle's mantle, amongst his cast iron collection.
Three generations of my family's women. Grandma Emily Huffman, mother Donna, and my lovely wifey.
Uncle has a huge collection of old pots and pans.
Uncle painted this impressionistic piece. A man is camoflaged in the upper left. My apologies for a poor photograph. It's a great piece of work not done justice.
Various stuff around a little pond. There's a fossilized clam shell in the pond, found in the mountains of West Virginia. Billions and billions of years old.
That is one goddamned cute nephew of mine. Even his spittle is glistening with adorability.
My tattooed brother holding his son Noah.
My niece Stephanie and their husky cat Baxter.
My little brother Adam, my dad, and his new Toyota Highlander in the background.
One of my favorite pictures--Nephew Noah, Lovely Wifey Dawn, and Creepy Me.