Indian Guides facepaint. This is me and my father in the kitchen at the old house on Stuyvesant Street. I don't know exactly what it is I'm eating, and honestly it looks like a crab apple.
Wouldn't put it past me.
At this point, mainly a photoblog of my life. Tangible evidence that I exist and that I've ever done anything is scant, since I haven't owned a camera until very recently, and have to depend on the shutterbug tendencies of others.
