Yesterday I went outside and played with puffball things - you know..those things that dandelions turn into. This guy came up to me wondering what I was doing. That is the story of my life, I say! I told him, "Sir! I'm taking pictures of puffballs!" and he scratched his head, cigarette in hand, and didn't say a word. So I went back to photographing my puffballs and even myself with my puffballs. It was a puffball paradise! puffball puffball puffball!
Don't you wish you were there? Those things are truly magical, at least for me they are. They send me catapulting back to youth hood - plus if you blow them the right way your dreams come true.