I Had to Document This

I ask you sincerely, what greater joy is there than sitting on the porch in spring-time, sipping burgundy wine and reading Dostoyevsky lit by the easing glow of the evening sun?



The downstairs neighbors provided background noise and bouncing balls. This kid is full of fail. Sorry kid!



"What? I just throw my ball into the street, then I go get it! Is safe."



Certain patterns allowed me to fully predicted this shot.