Your Mother And I Are Very Proud has photos and notes regarding this and that. They cover travels by bicycle, foot and ancient aqua-colored car around Western Cascadia and the Third Coast, as well the detritus of a several chris-crossings of the world by airplane and moving truck.
The name is out of context, inaccurate in most ways. At first it was a joke about the perfect name for a band of tone deaf rockers, in fact. So there’s that.
I’m not a dude, nor a parent, nor related personally to any of the objects in the photos. Or not quite. Except that, of course, that they are part of my life, I have generated images, and am presenting them, here, with a few thoughts.
Proudly!
