Come, friend, let us patronize the arts
Quinn, a former neighbour who recently followed his love for gardening and space to frolic about in to greener, more suburban pastures, stopped by for a visit. We decided to walk the sixty seconds down the street to the park and enjoy some sweet, sweet sunshine.
I love this photo of him. Despite (or because of?) the fact it could be titled, say, Life In Aro: The Happiest Pervert in the Park. In the background to the right, between the two trees, you can just see the old abandoned gas station that provides our world with a canvas for some much needed colour… some of which I captured, but some of which I think are a tad off in these shots because it was one of my earlier experiments with the camera messing about with all the manual settings.