Stuff and nonsense. Simply continuing to learn. My Marc claims there are faces in the trees... And that they are in fact happy little trees... And that I did it on purpose.

It might be just done and done. I don't know. I can imagine a dwarf dude, big ol' axe slung over his shoulder, bare chested, a bit sun burnt maybe. He's all decked out in his swim trunks and dragging his towel, heading home from a day of fun in the sun. It's very possible however that he's just gonna stay in my head. Or maybe he'll appear in some later picture where he wouldn't be a last minute addition.