We are mighty classy.
Nonsense, inspiration and some of my own photos.
It was a time of innocence, when you left your door unlocked and candy bars cost a nickel. Not that those two facts are related, aww, damnit! Lemme start over. It was a carefree time when a young boy could learn to ride his bike, on sun-dappled streets. Hey! Why doesn't anybody help that poor kid? He skinned his knee! Oh I get it. Get back on the bike Jake, big boys don't cry. Crying is for girls Jakey. Shake, shake, quiver, and quake! It's all coming back to me now!
That time my brother and I shot pictures to make prints for my mom on Mother’s Day.
