It’s 1996 and the Golden Hour is looking a little bit green. Oh that’s better.

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It’s 2000 and just look at those two crazy kids signing up for dance lessons.

While you’re at it, check out the pager!

It’s 1993 and INCOMING!!!

It’s 2001 and one of us is super excited to be going horseback riding with my cousin in California. *ONE* of us is.

As has been previously established, I do not trust horses.

It’s 1995 and I think this wood nymph wants me to follow her into the forest, should I do it?

Definitely.

It’s 1998 and the new telephoto doubler I got for my phone lets me surreptitiously take photos of my wife sitting on a rock … uh-oh, busted.

It’s 1997 and somebody is wearing my shirt.

Hint: It’s not the dog.

It’s 1999 and Tucker would like you to state your business before he will let you talk to his mom.

It’s 1990 and I’m trying to impress this girl with my golf skills.

It’s 1995 and I just caught this girl who fell out of the sky.