Some older stuff...
First, the "Flying Fork" as requested by Kat: The story of the Flying Fork is this, I was in the makeshift kitchen of my dorm room with my girls (it was March of Senior Year) and I hit a fork accidentally and it went flying. Not that exciting, I know, but I get good reactions from the picture. Next we'll have a Freudian picture: Welcome to the Id, Ego, and Superego. The Id is death, the Ego is attracted to it, and the Superego (the part of you that is supposed to be socially acceptable/adjusted) is turning away from it. Freud was a scary guy. Next we'll have one for Meg. It's all about how much you love the sacrifice: Kierkegaard's Abraham and Isaac ( Fear and Trembling and the Sickness Unto Death ). Don Quixote for me: Modernity has sacrificed the purity of idealism to the reality of the age. Here's one for American Lit fans: And here's a tribute to the Winter: Winter sunrises are the best. =]