… I also have Photoshop, so I can do anything I can think of with the cartoon me’s…
Also, just for the record, and in case you haven’t been keeping up, my hair is grayer now, and shorter, and I don’t have the goatee… so this little guy actually looks exactly like me…
As you can plainly see, from this much more recent photo… ooooohhhh…. that gives me an idea… I am going to try to recreate photos of myself looking just like my cartoon me!!! Oh yeah!
Look what I made!!! I am going to name him Donald Dump!!!
Hey, I know, but I was vacuuming the floor the other day, a regular occurrence with two dogs and a cat, and right before I sucked it up, I spotted this dead mosquito hawk. (no, I don’t know why they call them that, they don’t eat mosquitoes, and they don’t look like hawks, and they are pretty big)…
And I got that cool digital microscope for Christmas…
And I figured, why not?
Nature is always interesting.
Even when it is slightly disgusting.
And it is fun to get up close and personal with mother nature.
Uh… that is the very end of its tail… or abdomen… or thorax… or whatever.
I guess the wings are the part I like best.
Yeah, the wings.
Oh, I almost forgot… the microscope can zoom down to an even closer level of focus…
Well, that just ruins it. Hairs on the wing membranes? Eeeew.
But I am really glad I am not the size of an insect.
Yes, these are just more of the photos that my daughter and I took on our recent overnight outing to see flowers and snow.
In fairness to me, most of these are not selfies. Mollie took them…
In fairness to Mollie, I made her take most of them that she took… hey, we all know nobody loves me more than me.
And I never like to waste an even half-way good photo… especially if it is of me.
But the point is that we had an awesome two days together… I mean Mollie and I, not that plastic prospector… wait, is it just me, or would ‘Plastic Prospector’ be an awesome name for a band, or maybe a sci-fi book title?
Wooden Grizzly would be a stupid name for anything… but how about ‘The Awkward Pose’?
And yes, I am still growing my hair out after my self-inflicted bad haircut.
And yes, thank you for noticing, I have lost a few pounds.
Oh yes, the awe-inspiring majesty that is a bad haircut.
So come and visit me in California. Enjoy the snow, and the flowers, the beaches…
Meet the wooden grizzlies, and the plastic prospectors, not to mention the giant plastic roosters.
I will be looking for you.
Okay, you caught me…
Yes, this is a photographic tribute to my home state…
But mostly it is just more of the photos from my recent trip with my daughter to see some wildflowers and play in the snow…
Interspersed with some more of my leftover pictures I took when I was in the Bay Area for Christmas, and my mom and I drove up into the Berkeley hills to watch the sunset over San Francisco.
I mean, this does do a pretty good job of capturing the beauty of California.
And shows off how California has something for everyone… from deserts to mountains, beaches, forests, culture, fine dining…
What’s not to love?
Plus, it has me… so… uh… yeah…
See, look, there I am, right there…
Hey, I’m not saying that where I live is better than where you live.
I have no way of knowing that for sure.
But, unless you come to California, and spend a few years getting to know it, you can’t really know either, now can you?
Obama, show us your birth certificate… and no, I won’t show my taxes.
Hillary, you used non-secure servers for your emails… and don’t worry about my family when they do the same thing.
I believe in the bible, and the sanctity of marriage… just ask any of my wives.
Make America great again… I’m talking to you, Putin.
I am going to drain the swamp and hire the best people… you know, until they get indicted and sent to prison.
I am a self-made man, I pulled myself up by my bootstraps… my solid gold, diamond-encrusted bootstraps, that my dad paid to have repaired whenever I broke them.
Lock her up… wait, no, not my daughter, but you can lock up her husband if you want to.
I care about the poor… the white ones.
I mean, I want to make the poor better off… as long as I can do it with tax cuts for the rich.
And if the poor don’t have any healthcare… won’t that just end their suffering more quickly?
Build a wall… or a fence… or whatever, just keep people worried about the ‘invasion’ so they don’t think about other things.
The Mexicans are rapists and criminals and drug smugglers… and they keep expecting me to pay them when they work in my hotels and resorts.
Hey, the dictators that I like keep strongly denying they ever did anything wrong… so why should I listen to my own security experts?
The economy is doing great… and I know, Obama did most of the hard work, and things were already getting better, but I did totally deregulate the corporations that are destroying the planet, and that helped too, right?
I have great respect for women… I never grab them when anybody is watching.
I am a business man, I make the best deals… anybody else who was running for president would have had to pay way more money to make the porn star they were having an affair with shut up.
This is a witch hunt, there is no collusion… and I don’t even know what collusion is, but even if I did it, it isn’t a crime, and even if it was, you can’t do anything to me while I am president.
There are fine people on both sides, including the KKK and the white supremacists, and… okay, when you really look at all this taken together, I am a huge ass. Now go buy a MAGA hat… that was made in China.
Quality time with your kids is priceless. Especially if your kids are as sweet, kind, beautiful, funny and smart as mine are. A nice lady took that picture of Mollie and I… Mollie and me?
We stayed overnight in a cute little cabin in Big Bear, way up in the mountains over Los Angeles.
It was ideal for us.
It was comfy and cozy, and had a kitchen. But it wasn’t so fancy… with a hot tub or anything… that would make you want to stay there every minute and not go out and play in the snow.
We each had our own room… although, I have to say that the pull-out bed in the couch was a little weird. My feet were much higher than my head.
We had some good bonding-relaxing time at the cabin.
Mollie did some yoga. And we meditated together. I have a new app on my phone just for that. We started a puzzle. We talked. We laughed. I love that kid.
The view from the deck was not too shabby.
And we were surrounded by snowy wilderness.
And let us not forget the flowers we saw on the way to the mountains.
The spectacular super-bloom from the heavier-than-usual Southern California rains this year.
That was a good two days.
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