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Beth, enjoying the comfort of Emmalee
Diner Coffee- a staple in American breakfast
Pete has pretty much the best sneakers there are
The apartment on Pearl Street. This is where I was warmly welcomed.
I guess I could call it home for this 3 weeks
Using Photobooth to take extremely good-looking pictures of ourselves
It worked! We're highly attractive!
Complicated breakfast-milk-choices
On the phone. You've got to love our century.
Emmalee
Lisa
Beth and I at Java's after my first wedding shoot
I caused some public attention and unrest when suddently removing my clothing outside of Java's
Gina was extremely uncomfortable...
... but it was all to put on an extra tshirt.
Lisa
... a couple hours afterwards, she was sound asleep as we tried to watch "I heart Huckabees". "Noone sits, like this rock sits!"
Another shot of the Pearl Street apartment. Paul: "They have lots of stuff".
At Beth' in Churchville- Emmalee was kind enough to make me food.
Beth secretly likes this picture a lot
Going into the forest: Blindfolded adventures
Emmalee and Lisa
We had to sit around and wait a lot. Oh, and we were advised not to aproach the bear.
Emmalee has the ingle greatest glasses on this planet.
Beth, deep in the forest.
Lisa
Finally... we found the secretly hidden box... of which I managed to take not a single good picture. So I am leaving it to your imagination: But trust me, it was a great find.
Beth, stumbling out of the forest on the way back.
We decided to climb a tree.
It retrospect, it was pretty high and scary.
Me in the tree. Photo courtesy of Emmalee.
On the phone again, clearly rocking that 21st century lifestyle while Beth and Emmalee analzed every word I said.
I am pretty sure that this mask accomplishes nothing, but it certainly looks amazing.
Emmalee, rocking out on the way back into the city.
Beth, driving safely.
The light was too good to not take a picture of that pierced lip
Senior picture
Senior pic part II, unfortunately the phone rang and so this is not as amazing as it was supposed to be.
Uhuuu.... ahaaaa... the sweet escape.
Emmalee, getting in motion to throw the bouncy ball we had previously found off the top of the parking garage.
Over the city.
Internationaler Ruhm des Movieplex(x)
Breakfast in America- part II. I am pretty much in love with diner food.
Emmalee, living the healthy lifestyle.
"This rock just sits and is. And that is what we need."
Lisa's father with the best fortune ever.
I drank about a gallon of iced jasmine tea here. It was a great place.
Cobbs Hill. Last year I lost those photos, so we went again. It was pretty.
Lisa
"You rock, Roc!" Pictures courtesy of Lisa.
A flying duck.
We went insane over amazing light on the side of Cobbs Hill and decided to climb down the steepest of all hills for some pictures. You better enjoy these...
Beth at Java's. We're there a lot, as you might be able to tell.
Lake Ontario is secretly an ocean. And everybody knows it.
"The face of Beth"
Lisa at the playground.
Some more photobooth action.
Paul is buying cigars at 7-11 on Monroe Ave and while I am waiting in the car, I am carefully examining the knife he tossed over to me as means of self-protection. I have never been this prepared for a robbery
Paul, lighting one of this cigars in the car.
At Pearl Street, Beth came by to save my otherwise horribly boring day.
Free food.
At Joel's apartment. Turns out that he has a ferret. It was pretty lifechanging.
Its name was Herman. And it rocks my world up to this day.
People were creative and interesting.
Noone less than Paul Ganguly
Beth, sound asleep after almost finishing here triple-shot of espresso with milk.
Why in the world do they have the Scheveningen poster that I want at RIT Java's?
It doesn't get any nerdier. The fulfillment of dreams thanks to borrowed photo equipment.
Margaret at Canadaigua Lake for yet another wedding.
We had some time to chill and enjoy the sun.
Next day: Tom and Cori's wedding. I am in love with this wide-angle lens and I have told absolutely everyone.
The wedding party at Cobus.
This is how a wedding is supposed to be like.
Rochester, looking like an impressive city instead of a dieing industrial city from the expressway on the way to Bob and Rosemarie's
We had a pizza date.
In the living-room.
Bob in the kitchen, all set up for the meal.
My old room in their hours brings back major memories.
My former bedroom. Far from bad.
Lisa likes America a lot.
And she wants these curtains. Who doesn't?
We were there for the falcons.
At high falls, the last night with the wide-angle lens. We broke the pledge to not touch a camera in 24 hours.
High Falls.
In the area of gang violence- pretty spooky.
A hole in the fence.
Lisa amidst the grass
In the car.
Lisa is pretty proud of the bird she taped up on liberty pole. Liberty isn't liberated.
Java's. What were you expecting?
Actually some pictures of the place.
Pete down in the storage room.
And during the cleaning. I am an extremely helpful person.
Downstairs.
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