Bigger & Better

I had the hardest time, trying to get these in order. I am sure, I was wrong but you're just going to have to deal with it.
 

Work

Wedding photography lets you see interesting things.

Creative ones, too.

This is my body (in a cage?) saying no to wedding photography after 12 hours.

While Beth had assumed her most attractive sleeping position...

...Emmalee was in the kitchen, busy making faces at Photobooth

Dressed to kill. Could this be Lisa on a date?

Second clue: The ceiling at Cibon.

Exhibit three: A piece of cake.
I knew all the way along that she slept with Mike after that Party down by the Tennis Courts... and only because of revenge.

Paul, a crowbar, a backalley and the growing suspicion that there should be a story behind this. There isn't.

Breakfast with Rachael.

I was the tourist guide to her.

Das Hörnchen!

Clayton.

I had a sweet piece of glass.

I knew that all excuses had been futile when World War Two was renamed into "World War You" while pointing at me. Sucks to be German sometimes.

"Look, there's another bridge!"

The pier

Beth and Emmalee decided to go swimming,

Emmalee and I

Emmalee, glowing.

It was the night of the 4th of July and instead of celebrating America's independence openly, I was at "home", editing pictures. Finally, Emmalee and I decided to stop being lame and take a look at the grand finale.

Magnificent.

Welcome to Suburbia.

Beth and a cup of coffee go nicely together.

Bob really wanted to have his "gansta-pictures" taken on top of his new Mustang. How could I refuse him the favor?

Beth escorted me to the bowling place.

Again, there is no real story for this.

Paul's glasses make me blind. Practically.

Front porch

Oh, the summertime.

Having a flower stuck in your nostril has got to be one of the oddest sensations out there.

You'll just have to try it for yourself.

A dinosaur. It is a lonely planet sometimes.

Who is wearing their cat trousers on this picture? It is surprisingly hard to answer.

Ethiopian dinner. Yum!

Driving

Beth and I at Mount Hope.

Lisa's hair.

Dead Mr. Rochester.

Contemplative times.

Beth, Jenna & Lisa

Lisa and I spent a great deal of time doing this and having a great time. These are our favorites.

Michael, looking like a Hitman at the wedding on the beach.

This is why you want to get married.

Margaret.

Again.

Michael, having a hard time being a princess (it isn't easy after all)

We found this. It is called the "Dog du jour" and apparently really good.

Beth went ahead and actually got it. I am going to spare you the pictures of her biting in it.

35 degrees. Time to hit the most awful places: The mall.

Beth, waiting for her burger.

Rachael.

Bloodspatter? What could this be?

Noone less than Lisa and Emmalee, fighting off the terrorist threat on the Golden Gate bridge. Sometimes I wish freedom was free.

Emmalee at the Arcade. We promptly set it on fire.

We are all complete nerds and talk about "glass" a lot.

It is a great place on this earth. We found out that my girlfriend is lucky and were introduced to Sam's friend Optimus Prime.

It is warm.

Pearl Street Apartment. Living room.

Lisa feels uncomfortable stopping at Starbucks on the way to Lakeshore Records while contemplating the perfection that existed right before that damn telephone started ringing ringing ringing off.

I bought a CD!

Since it was too warm to even exist and Lisa had not been swimming a single time this summer, we went to look for a spot to swim in the Genessee River.

We found a spot and jumped right into the mud. Then tried again and started swimming succesfully. This was one of those "I am going to break my camera" moments.

Emmalee, also in deep need of breaking her Nikon.

Glamor!

Seduction.

I am not going to quote Sting here, because it would be too easy.

The subway. I really wanted to go back.

Pete came too... and I lost all pictures I took of him getting a tattoo, because I am really lame.

It is just so surreal.

We swam in this. Thankfully it was up the river.

Beth & Pete

Feet.

Pete. (It rhymes!)

Tunnels.

"Stand still"

Dark tunnels.

Lisa

Beth

We rewarded ourselves with Sushi.

Textures.

We discovered that the legal wall had in fact become illegal. I climbed that roof many times...

Beth and the lion.

I need you all to stop focussing on Lisa's closed eyes and start focussing on...

... Beth and Lisa behind Viallage Gate with Sushi in their stomachs, great shadows and a neverending desire not the be in Greece.

Puddles.

Last day before the airport: Breakfast at the diner one more time.

I am putting my hands up for Detroit. You may be inclined to think that this is any city, but I kid you not: It was Detroit, and only Detroit that I raised my hands for.

6 am, Schiphol International Airport, Amsterdam: Breakfast for champions reloaded.