Every now and then I have to jettison a handful of images of people stooping to absurd behaviors to qualify for global exposure on this web site. Let’s start with this shameless stunt: skiers squirming into a rank, fetid trash collection bin for my camera's attention:
Patrice’s ceramics studio is a gold mine for the wandering photographer. Here Mykin and Sarah groove to the tunes on a small, clay-splattered boombox:
Sam is no better. He just willingly scraped icing impregnated with green dye #4 off a cookie (offered after assembly during Spirit Week) staining his teeth in hideous fashion.
(O.K., I over-saturated the green a little...but hey—this stuff isn’t good for you.)
