What blows my mind is this. How come it is I can look at Caleb on a daily basis and he still looks like this goofy, gangly puppy?
Then I shoot a picture like this, just one of those off the cuff, non posed pictures--
Where's my puppy? I swear, who is this strange animal in my lens? That's not my dog. I have to have a camera that teleports, right? It maybe takes future shots? I'm so bringing it to Emerald Downs and shooting the winner of the Longacres Mile. Make myself a mint, right? Ahh, of course I think about using the power for evil, what can I say?
Of course, the next picture brings it all back into perspective.
Caleb: "Bro? Tic-Tac."