The Roar of the Masses Could be Toots...

Mary Austin hit six weeks in stride - much gurgling and murgling. We think she's taking on the chubs. Mom claims she'll be blue eyes, I'd like to see that happen. We are moments from beer gardening, Radegast style. Meanwhile, I hear diaper rapids.

The Jibs, making poetry while I make breakfast.



My ladies.


Took the COMMANDER 120 for its maiden voyage. Caught a lot of lake sticks, no fishes. But, we have a mighty vessel for shores.


Flying into LA. 48 hour turn - thank you Mr. Bryce for the Gjelina tip. I was so not handsome enough, but I took it out on them in hangar steak. Yum.



Shooting.




Directing.


No words needed.



Part two tomorrow probably. With proper MA solaroids.