- IMG 5517
Leslie blesses the bart train. - IMG 6745
Hot and sour soup: where half the ingredients are inedible, but the flavor is oh-so-delicious. It's all in the kaffir lime leaves... - IMG 5534
Workers watch the race go by underneath them. - IMG 6764
I feel like I owe him a trip to a place like Malibu Grand Prix, or Fry's. - IMG 6605
(kitchen) - IMG 4740
14-year-old heartthrobs delight audiences with their dance moves. - IMG 6712
Again, this was much more remarkable as part of a set of 15 shots... - IMG 4807
more bball practice - IMG 4784
again, on hilltop - IMG 4744
My 7th graders get to use laptops! Their young lives are complete. - IMG 4793
- IMG 5525
(ground-up tortillas) - IMG 5531
Bride and maids - IMG 4781
Bryan with kite - IMG 6777
Ryan, Brian, Brien, and Bryan watch baseball. - IMG 4801
Boys' bball team practices. - IMG 4957
Leslie - IMG 4751
8th graders line up for a group picture. I remember doing this myself. - IMG 4755
A corner of the 8th grade. Miraculously, the picture seems to have been taken without rude hand gestures. - IMG 6760
- IMG 4936
Leslie photographs the Manhattan bridge, from the Brooklyn bridge. - IMG 6762
Why Cinderella? - IMG 5822
The last week of school: graduation kicks it off. - IMG 6723
picnicking in Dolores Park in SF - IMG 6753
a somewhat better approximation of real light - IMG 6763
As if driving me out to Half Moon Bay was not enough, Bryan was then forced to walk up and down Main street window shopping. That poor boy endured a yarn store, for god's sake. - IMG 4794
Two 8th grade girls request their picture be taken. [The one on the left is in my class; she was suspended for gang fighting two days later.] - IMG 6713
One last shot in Oak-town. This one's worth it at least for the all red ensemble on the left. - IMG 6754
Bryan in a Pumpkin Patch! We drove out to Half Moon Bay to get a head-start on their annual Pumpkin Fest (and dodge the quarter million people who show up). - IMG 4912
Trippy picture of the memorial to the Union war dead. It's a Euro-style arch in the middle of Brooklyn, in front of the entrance to the park. It's not actually orange. It is impossibly huge. As Danny said, you win the war, you get better memorials.