His name is Mark and he’s a camera and he doesn’t even belong to me. It’s amazing how quickly you can turn on an old friend. From the moment I handled Mark for the first time, I took my Canon Rebel (who has been with me for going on 8 years or so) and spit on it, called it a piece of shit, and tossed it in Hooper’s toy crate. Okay, I’m being facetious. But I’m not lying about the fact I’m in love, with Mark. Mark has been with me for the week and I’ve been busying myself with using him as much as possible in our short time together. In the meantime, I’m proposing a new family addition to Willy who is slowly starting to see all Mark’s wonderful traits. Oh how it pained me to return him yesterday. Here are some shots of Hooper and Sarah, some bath time pics of Hooper, and some of Hooper and his beloved giraffe. I just love pushing Mark’s buttons.