Walter Rhein

When it comes to taking pictures of my family, I prefer to try and capture real moments rather than artificial poses. I don’t like going into a studio and watching as my children struggle to put on natural looking smile. I prefer a real smile with a twinkle in the eye that reflects their true and immediate emotions.

The left is not inclined to violence. All it takes is a cursory glance at history to see an overwhelming trend of tolerance from the left for the often aggressive protests of the right.

In the months before quarantine, I traveled to Peru with my family. I used to live in Peru, and I’ve often acted as a guide to Machu Picchu. The last time I went, I met up with one of my high school friends and his family. I hadn’t seen him for about ten years, and it was wonderful to have the chance to catch up and see how our lives have changed, and how they’ve stayed the same.

Outside my window there’s a one way street. At least once a day a car misses the sign and heads straight into oncoming traffic. The error elicits a cacophony of honking horns and screeching tires. I always stop working at the sound and turn to observe. I haven’t seen any crashes yet, but I remain hopeful.

My wife is not a fan of turkey, however with the uncertainty of meat supplies do to the annoying persistence of COVID-19, I was surprised to discover she came home from her weekly shopping excursion with a nice little ten pound Butterball.

Why does it seem like every time I sign up for a new streaming service, I burn through everything I want to watch in less than a week?