eat. point. shoot.

“Now look, kid, I dropped my watch in that there groundhog hole and I need you to climb in and fish it out.”

Yeah, 4 bucks for a rock… I got some stones you can pollish!

This is what it’s all about here on Eat Point Shoot. Had I not been driving around taking pictures over lunch, I might have missed this craziness. There’s an antiques warehouse buried in the woods about 5 miles out of Kutztown in an old building bearing the name “Moselem Farms Mill.” I know they sell antiques because the sign on the door said “Antiques.” This was parked out front. Best part: it’s FOR SALE!!! Here’s the number if you’re interested. 610-737-3513.

So much for anarchy! This punk’s rollin’ up on some flower power. Don’t tell his friends.

Ripe, ready and teeming with adolescent fervor, the twins decided it was time to spread their wings and walk down the street.

Went on a business trip up to Long Island. While beginning our search for Korean food (a story for another day) the sky started to act all crazy. It was quite breathtaking. This is the Verrazano.

In this self-portrait, I neither (A) address the camera directly, nor (B) smile. So does this mean I’m Emo now or just narcissistic?

Looks like a one-armed mechanic made this thing.

This is Kutztown’s historic Town Hall. No idea if they still use it for politicking or local bureaucratic malarkey.

I don’t really get watermelon. It doesn’t taste like anything and it leaks all down my face when I try to eat it. Also- My mom told me that one will grow in my belly if I swallow the seeds, so, watermelon…you’re dead to me.

I thought this was either really sweet or really lame. I’m not sure. It was written on a bench along the Saucony Creek Trail. I like it back there. Never knew there was so much drama. I’ll take mace next time I go. Crazy BFF’s on the loose!

Sometimes I see the prettiest flowers leaving their cozy beds behind and growing freely. Getting wild. These made it as far as the highway. I’ll expect a postcard.

I pass this building everyday on my way to work. The other side’s cooler. It’s covered in ivy and the light blue paint is peeling to reveal bright red paint underneath. It’s almost human in a sense. Anyway, this shot looked better than the ones I took on the other side. If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m obsessed with clouds.

Fresh back from vacation (hope you guys didn’t miss me too much). After a week in the mountains at the Sylvania Tree Farm relaxing, hiking, burning wood and spotting forest critters, I was still feeling festive on my first day back to work. Ah, the good life. Wish I coulda taken a swing!

Javier’s schoolmates teased him and called him names like “paddlefoot,” “coffee-stir,” “snow-shovel” and “eraser-leg.” But he showed them all who had the upper foot when he was drafted into the ITSF last year.