NIKON D70 - 1/320 sec, f6.3 at 27mm
It's such an honor to be someone's Dad. For a long time I've enjoyed knowing that I'm Dad to the 2 best kids in the world. I value the title "Dad". Not everyone gets an official title, mine is Dad.
It actually means something. Mostly that I've created my own friends, I've created people. I'm a regular fucken scientist. My Year 13 Biology exam results showed I sucked at plant biology, but when it comes to humans, I can make my own. I have created life!
I'm a Dad. I will be able to outspend, outsmart, outwit any teenage boy that think they may be interested in my daughters. They may be young and vital, but as yet they have created nothing. And more to the point, working in a supermarket or delivering newspapers, they don't have a pay slip like mine. I'm so much more impressive in everything that counts compared to smelly teenage boys.
Suck on them eggs, teenage spotty boys.
This is my 400th post. It's only taken me 3 and a half years to get here. If you want to go back to the start, be my guest. From memory that first photo was taken on the 185 freeway heading out of San Francisco after me and Brian had been to see Yahoo! and Apple before heading up to Seattle to visit REI.
The photo? It's John, in the bunker at Whitford, I don't know which hole or what par.