Buying Sunshine.

The Movement Of A Hand.

Tradition Goes Unbroken.

279/365.

One Man's Trash, Is Another Man's Treasure.

I want to sell things in flea markets and just travel for six months straight.
You can find so much shit at these things, it is ridiculous.
And people buy it!














(I used to have that book.)










Did your mom ever tell you that TY Beanie Babies were going to be worth "a lot of money someday?"








This made me think of my little pumpkin man.




Of course, Zach thought this was HILARIOUS.





You need to enjoy the little things, ya know?

I am glad. . .

That my daddy loves me.
The first autumn leaves.

You Don't Mean, Nothin' At All To Me.

Day 270something. I haven't caught up in numbering them.
Whatever it is, it is today.
This is also the bad version, cause I gotta go!

Break In Case Of Anything.

Don't blink, autumn will be gone.