While going through my library’s bevy of old staff and event photos, I encountered lots of what used to be commonplace but are now practically ancient artifacts: photo envelopes. Most of them were from the 1990s and early 2000s, which you can probably guess from the designs.
(See also: groovy ’70s library brochures.)
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Visited my alma mater for a meetup with friends and snagged this view, one I beheld many times as an undergrad:
Walkin’ in the rain:
Waiting for the darkness to descend on a Michigan beach ahead of the Independence Day fireworks (where I was stargazing with WALL-E):
Always a delight seeing my (and my son’s) favorite band, The Okee Dokee Brothers:
Anticipation in grandma’s backyard:
His first official haircut:
Bright spots during an evening concert in the park:
Came upon this leaf hitching a ride to work with me one morning:
Bummin’ around Boystown:
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Nice and clean newly painted line in a corner of my library’s under-renovation lower level:
We had some trees removed and the guy in the bucket truck looked like he was chillin’ on the roof despite actually floating through the air:
From our first time in Half Price Books without the stroller, where he definitely took advantage of his freedom:
While rock hunting at the beach I thought it’d be fun to throw one in the air and try to catch it on camera as it fell. This was the only shot that turned out, and it was kinda perfect:
Post-rain monkey bars at a local playground:
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A dusting on the pier at our local park:
Just following in Little Man’s footsteps:
This is either a failed photo or the perfect encapsulation of Christmas morning with a toddler:
Liked the colors and light in our front bushes (which still have Christmas lights on them) while taking out the trash early in the morning after a big snow:
From the same early morning, the edge of the driveway’s snow blower path was very satisfying to behold:
One day while working from home I saw Almost 2 Years Old and my wife rolling around the snow in the backyard:
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Watching this little wanderer discover the wilds of Pure Michigan™:
Caught some nice evening light in our local playground’s jungle gym:
Technically this will be Mr. 22 Month Old’s third winter (he was born during a blizzard), but the first he remembers and appreciates. Hence his major surprise and excitement when waking up to the first snow of the season:
And finally getting to use his shovel:
Did some hand tracing with Mr. 21 Months, which reminded me of a picture I took of us last year while on a walk. Using a crayon made our hands look chunkier than they really are, but little man’s hand in the picture was just as chunky as it looks.
We’re finally redoing the original kitchen in our 1956 house. Once the old metal Youngstown cabinets were removed, I noticed this collision of patterns on the unfinished wall:
I also discovered some old-school miscellanea:
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As much of a selfie I’m willing to muster:
From back in coat-wearing weather, the cover art for our future family band’s debut album:
Backyard greenery:
Exploring the tiny patch of wildness in our suburban backyard:
A fence post in the local park that’s seen better days:
Our backyard spruce tree showing signs of life:
The boy behind the curtain:
In the countryside, silos are the skyscrapers (that tiny white dot in the lower right corner is the moon):
We really try to keep our smartphones away from Mr. 13 Months. He’s elated when he does get his hands on one—usually just for photos or FaceTime—but then turns into Ring Withdrawal Bilbo when we take it away from him. And when he seizes the reins during FaceTime, he generates footage shakier than a Bourne movie, with occasional unflattering but funny shots of his chubby face from below.
Yesterday, though, while on the move with phone in hand, he accidentally opened the camera and managed to take a series of photos documenting his short trip from the hallway to the guest room:
Look at that natural progression from dark to light and from blurry to focused. Perhaps it’s meant to reinterpret common household fixtures in the abstract with askew angles as a comment on our uncertain post-COVID-19 world?
When reached for comment, he said, “*incomprehensible toddler babble*”
Genius!
Love this photo by Adrian Borda, called “Under An Ocean of Words”, which captures the view from inside a typewriter looking up through smoke. I’ve seen this view plenty during repair and cleaning sessions, but never quite this dramatically. Perhaps I should take up smoking.
h/t Kottke
