I grow a beard every year, from the first of winter, to the first of spring. It’s a reminder that even though I live somewhere without black and white seasons, the days still pass.
Easy to get lost in all this sun.
She loves snow, and I love her, so up the mountain we went.
King Bud Lidas. Turning all he touches to beer, even beer itself.
These sloths just make me so happy.
