On the way to a place called Best.
Jack catching the air coming from the vent just below him. He is learning how to behave himself in a car, which up until recently was an uphill battle. He really winds himself up.
Nope, it's not a petting zoo.
Or Jurasic Park.
Just how old do you have to be to be sold as an antiek anyway?
Praying the big plastic rhino doesn't anger the ancient plastic dino. 
Some really lovely buildings around my atelier. I am heading towards the shopping centrum to pick up some art supplies.
Enjoying the sights once I arrive. 
Last saturday in an old street in Haarlems center a small fire in a "massage parlor" broke out. For some reason known only to rocket scientists, the helicopter was using infrared to see where if it was spreading decided to land in the small street. His propeller hit a lampost broke off and flew into another building so he jerked the helicopter upward but fell directly back to the ground as he noticed he couldn't fly without all of his propeller.
My blue apatite is healing itself. The lighter color crystals are hard evidence. I have had the fortune to be the keeper of this stone for 5 years. I look at it in amazement every day.
It was a warm and sunny day, just enough wind to throw the frisbee with Jack. He leaps with the grace of a thousand gazelle. Our frisbee is shot but alas, there are none to be found in the netherworld during the winter. I hope to find one that is only a flat ring, i think that would be best for him.
Frisbee Vertigo.
