I know I already posted one of these photos last week, but as I was telling Tanita in the comments, I decided the whole series of photos really has to be viewed in sequence. I took these spying on him through the sliding glass door. He kept walking up and down along the row of flowers, deliberately letting them whack him in the face. This is fun how exactly?
At first this post was just pictures, but then I went back and added words.
Fifth of July (Or Is It?)