First as a graph:

Then in terms of dogs:

I like the last one.  He works alone, just like me.

Of course he needs a little blanket:

I’ve frequently been in a situation when I was the only person in a crowd who knew who someone was.  On a trip to Denmark, I visited a place called Ribe, an idyllic little town in Jutland, that big peninsula that comprises Denmark but doesn’t contain Copenhagen.  Walking through the town, I saw a sign that said “Jacob Riis.”  This was before I knew anything about Denmark, but of course I knew tons of things about photographers.  Turned out that Jacob Riis was Danish and he was from Ribe.  Later Jacob Riis became a crusading social commentary photographer, exposing some of the worst slums in New York City, which he himself had lived in.

The man also took on my favorite photos of all time called “Bandits Roost.”  When I open my art gallery/clothing store/burger joint, it will be called “Bandits Roost.”  And this will decorate the walls:

Bandits Roost, re-imagined for the 20-teens:

Yeah, no scary looking guys but taking this photo and remembering my admiration for Jacob Riis makes me wonder if he is the reason I go for such rough hewn urban landscapes in my photos.  Bandit’s Roost, indeed.

In other words, things that really belong together.  Behold:

Some of these people have been on the blog before, some haven’t.  Warmer temperatures brought them back out.  I hope they are out for a while because they make my life just that much better.

The first two I consider the patron saints of this website:

He yelled at me last year when I told him to stop joking and to do his trick.

This guy, he scares adults:

And a few new people:

Cliche:

Even the back of their heads are smiling: