Turned out to be some screws he found lying around, waiting to be put back into the stereo that inexplicably hasn't worked since we got here. Maybe he thought he could fix it.
And my personal favorite, the self-portrait.
She took several of these, her face completely washed out in most of them. I doctored it up as best as I could, but I don't exactly have mad skills in the photo shop arena.
That sweater I'm wearing? The orange one up above? Yes, that is one of my thrift shop finds. You know you're jealous.