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Two weeks ago, on February 17th, we jumped in Ireland with our friend Kelsey… and with Grey strapped to my chest.
Specifically, this was shot in front of O’Brien’s Tower at the Cliffs of Moher (AKA The Cliffs of Insanity from The Princess Bride) in County Clare.
Sadly, we forgot to jump in London.
Guess we’ll just have to go back,
…on December 28th, 2015.
When I posted the pic to Facebook a good friend of ours named Greg commented: “This is the most artistic picture of a dog taking a crap I’ve ever seen.”
A couple months later, I sent Greg and Mana (who is Greg’s new wife) a copy of the photo as a wedding gift.
A few weeks ago, Greg sent me this photo:
That’s right, my photo of Mr. Fabulous taking a dump is now framed and hanging in their bathroom. Greg and Mana can now enjoy this beautiful image for all eternity… or at least every time they take a dump.
I’m honored to have art hanging anywhere in your house, guys, especially in such an important room.
I’m a shartist,
…KB and I were in Istanbul with some friends.
Every time we visit a new city/country we take a “jumping” photo. But when you’re dealing with five people (and a camera on a timer) it takes some time to get everyone synced up.
These were taken in the courtyard between the Yeni Cami (New Mosque) and the Mısır Çarşısı (Spice Bazaar).
Harry and I got the hang of it pretty quickly…
…only to lose it immediately thereafter. This photo also makes it look like KB is kicking Rebecca in the ass.
This one is just a total fail.
As is this one, save for KB who looks amazing.
Rebecca looks like she’s throwing in an old “SIEG HEIL!” salute on this one. Also, the guy staring at us there on the right is amazing.
Girls: 3, Boys: 0.
Girls: 0, Boys: 2.
So close… but not really.
Finally! Five people all in the air at once! About damn time.
And it only took us… forever.
Hoping to jump in London and Havana later this year,
The scariest part? When I showed it to KB, she said, “Wow. Who is that guy I’m with?” And she was 100% serious; she wasn’t kidding in the least.
KB has no idea who this guy, in this clearly staged photo, is. No shit.
All of this begs the question: What will she say about our wedding photos twenty years from now?
Doomed to become a mystery man,
…when I see them out in public, but when you run into a member of the Jackson 5 in Hong Kong of all places, I’m pretty sure you’re obligated to ask for a photo.
In my defense, he was wearing a Jackson 5 jacket… which is kind of asking for it,
I know this because he wrote it down on the back of the photo.
More than 30 years after this photo was taken, I came across it in an old family photo album and, for a brief second, seriously thought it was a photo of me.
You might be able to see it yourself, especially if you cover up his beard.
I guess he is my dad,