These two men are incredible. Among the finest friends one could have, and perhaps the only people i still know from childhood, they have become some great dads. Their young boys, fallen apples, reflect those characteristics strongest in their dad- one insightful and reflective, with a charming propensity for unintended slapstick, the other fearless and willful, with an acrobat's kinesthetic sense, that weird intuition for physics that can only come from doing lots and lots of backflips.

Plumb and Level.

Anatole, that young brain visiting from Oregon, explained to me that i couldn't possibly imagine the vast number of spores he was releasing from these puffballs. He did this instead of eating breakfast.

Puffball Smooshing.

And, more.

Puffball Hunting.