guest photographer: Otis


From the kitchen window, I could see some weird brown lumps in the yard. I didn’t feel like putting my shoes on, so I sent Oats on a mission. I gave him my camera, showed him how to use it, and directed him towards said lumps. He went rogue and took a bunch of extra pictures on the way, most with his feet and/or the camera strap in the way. Here’s a sampling:

(The lumps, by the way, were just some moss that some buried-acorn-hunting squirrel had dug up.)

guest photographer: Otis
  • Dad

    Not bad!

  • Shemp!

    The composition of the electrical pole photo is brilliant.