Pictures, Pictures, Pictures
On January 25, 2009 by Steve With 1128 Comments
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I’ve finally gotten around to uploading pictures from our visit the States in October and November. Â You can view them all on my Picasa Web Gallery. Â I’m still catching up from then and our most recent trip to the US, so expect more in the coming week. Â BTW, I’m also updating my photoblog, tinyPHOTONS!
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Pestilence applied to Burning Man instead of burning cities.
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War took a side gig as a dodgeball coach.
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Waikiki shark only bites if you’re listening to Jimmy Buffett.
Long Beach sharks demand free-range humans.