Erik Vorhes:
Finally! (Abram has been suffering for weeks, while watching Zora go to school.)
Erik Vorhes:
“Dad, some time will you let me eat broccoli while reading in my room? That looks delicious.”
Erik Vorhes:
Zora is ready to kick fourth grade’s butt.
Erik Vorhes:
Zomg, Abram found the orange tree in our new back yard.
Erik Vorhes:
Hazel’s not so sure about this #selfie.
Erik Vorhes:
Ornate.
Erik Vorhes:
Fronting.
Erik Vorhes:
A newly-designed glass each week, plus incredibly delicious beer? #typecon
Erik Vorhes:
to make a page graphically significant, observe: #typecon
Erik Vorhes:
Good morning, #typecon.
Erik Vorhes:
Peace, man.
Erik Vorhes:
Marian Bantjes shows letters made from flowers. #typecon
Erik Vorhes:
Moo.
Erik Vorhes:
The golden dome.
Erik Vorhes:
Abram works the laser lights.
Erik Vorhes:
Unicycle pole vault.
Erik Vorhes:
My breakfast date!
Erik Vorhes:
Someone is ready to start solid food!
Erik Vorhes:
“Caution: thin ice”? You don’t say. #latergram
Erik Vorhes:
Hazel on the salt flats. #latergram
Erik Vorhes:
Salty.
Erik Vorhes:
This library is super cozy.
Erik Vorhes:
Sunset on the high plains.
Erik Vorhes:
Zora’s not so sure about this double flight.
Erik Vorhes:
All these trains brought my boy to the rail yard.
Erik Vorhes:
“Dad, I look like you ’cause I’m wearing glasses.”
Erik Vorhes:
Tonight’s reading.
Erik Vorhes:
Abram laughed so hard when I read his fortune to him.
Erik Vorhes:
The Wrigley Building.
Erik Vorhes:
Reflective.
