Once one reaches the top of a mountain, it’s critical to rip out a
philosophical book with one’s best and most serious reading face,
or pensively gaze out on the horizon and all in all appear to ponder
the meaning of life.
John kept pestering me about posting pictures. He earned himself publication of some unflattering shots. Good job buddy!!!
It was hot, it was bright, it was highly flattering... Since I don't sweat much my face turned dangerously red and Dave was quietly thinking to himself: how
would one get an ambulance up here?
All agreed this was the hottest shit on the mountain.
My husband insisted on movie-like action shots. You be the judge.
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