Here’s an outtake from my pose-out-portraits of yester-afternoon. I’m sitting in an airport in FL, next to a gentlemen that smells of mothballs and cheese. I’m making this face. My flight’s been delayed three hours and I’ve said it before, but seriously Florida will trap you. And my favorite thing about airports is going through the security check behind someone who doesn’t realize that metal detectors detects metal and they try to get through with eight weeks of laundry quarters, five cell phones-like-devices, and a pocket full of keys. That happened today. awesome.
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