Bo Boswell

Tonight, I spent a disturbingly long amount of time taking a disturbingly large amount of pictures of unlit candles. That’s all I can really say about this.

This was a tiring day, for reasons I can’t remember. But, it was getting near midnight and I remembered that I didn’t have a pic yet, so I snapped this shot of my dying mouse. Fear not, it’s not really

The Metzgers were kind enough to have us over for their annual Memorial Day Party. Even though it nearly come a flood, we had a great time. On the way home, Traci pointed out how the dynamic had changed at

Traci’s cousin Chase graduated from high school today and they had us over to their place for a party afterwards. I had to show up a little late because I was finishing up our open house for the day. If

Today, Traci put up our Open House sign only shortly after reminding me that she’d asked me to do it the night before and I had failed to comply. It wasn’t until we got back from looking at new houses

I recently saw this article online where the author had found a mysterious website, “…a collection of Polaroids, one per day, from March 31, 1979 through October 25, 1997.” I could relate to that, so I read the article and

Here are some more pictures of playing cards, this time with a focus on blackjack.

A few years ago, I began building a PC whose sole purpose was to record music for my band, Cashmere Love Crash. My creation became known as Amalgam, and was accompanied by the purchase of a few good quality microphones.

After reading Sunday’s post, Aaron promptly called me and said, “What? You’ve never heard of Build-a-Bear?!” I had indeed heard of it, it just hadn’t occurred to me that we could go build a bear for our pre-born child. Tonight,

Somehow, I wanted to see some shots of a guy looking out of the windows if our garage doors. Since I was the only good-looking guy around at the time, I filled the part myself. I setup the camera right