I didn't always have my picture in this blog. First I had no images of myself, which seemed like the most anonymous, and therefore the safest, option. Then, I built a cartoon image of myself and posted that as my profile pic. No harm in that, right? Eventually I just bit the bullet and posted a damn picture. I know I enjoy seeing the faces of other blog authors, so what the hell. Besides, I was finding it increasingly difficult to masturbate to my own blog without it.
(Interesting factoid: The above joke, tasteless as it may be, is very similar to the type of joke that I make in real life. Sorry, Mom.)
Now that we've broken all those taboos, I'm posting Yosemite vacation pictures! Next I'll send you a fruitcake and we'll be best friends. Kiss kiss.
Here's me standing on a bridge over a river wearing my $4.00 sunglasses. If you use your CSI superpowers, you can make out Hank in the reflection. Hi Hank!
We hiked up to Vernal Falls seen here. I tried to capture the rainbow created in the waterfall mist.
At the top of Vernal Falls is Emerald Lake, which is filled by icy cold snow runoff water. We sat on the rocks by the shore for a few minutes being amused by the various people who chose to jump into the lake. Each jump into the tremendously cold water, including the one by the gentleman pictured at the bottom left here, was followed by tremendous screams of anguish and surprise. That's quality entertainment.
Here's a good shot that shows how the granite walls of Yosemite Valley just tower above the redwood trees. You'll just have to trust me that these tiny trees at the very bottom of this picture were impressively tall.
Everything in Yosemite looks like a postcard. I swear I could have taken a dump and it would've been picture perfect.
Finally, here is a picture of Hank and I having a romantic dinner. And, yes, her breasts do usually talk to me.