Call the Men in White Coats

Imagine yourself driving home after a long day at work. You're about to pull into your driveway, maybe thinking about that ice-cold beer in the fridge - when you look over and see your next-door neighbors doing this: 

What would you think? Thankfully, there is a perfectly rational explanation. I swear.

Our apparently aberrant behavior isn't as weird as it looks. This is the kind of stuff you do when you run your own creative services agency and you need some graphics for an illustration: You conduct impromptu photo shoots and use the cheapest models you can find - namely yourselves.

It's just that in this case, due to the angle we needed and the fence in front of our house, no one walking or driving by our busy street could actually see a camera.

So for 45 minutes, there we are in front of our house, holding goofy poses and making goofier faces while standing on milk crates.

The sad part is, I'm sure the neighbors hardly batted an eyelash. From our house, they've seen much, much worse.


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I am a writer and lazy artist who loves travel, architecture and design. Right now, I'm into photography. My fabulous husband (a.k.a. The Varmint) and I are also the principals of a San Diego-based creative agency - and new parents to the divine Baby Mak. Read More >