My sister and her husband live in Paris with my two nieces. I took about a hundred million pictures of them on my recent trip. My dad was along too, sleeping mostly.
Why is it that any ol' stupid face is cute on a kid under 4 years old, but if you're 26 and make a stupid face it's not cute anymore. Sure, it's potentially entertaining, but not cute. Following that logic, why is it that when I poop in my pants, no one cleans it up anymore.
Elliott Woods is an independent writer and photographer currently working for a humanitarian organization in the Occupied Palestinian Territories. Before traveling abroad, Elliott spent the better part of his life within three hours of Washington, DC.
While he hopes he never lives in a sub-development again, Elliott knows full well that he is a product of the American suburbs. He holds no grudge —on the contrary, he knows that he was lucky to grow up with access to state-of-the-art elementary schools, bike paths, small clumps of trees that seemed like forests, and drainage ponds that were teeming with sunfish.
Elliott's writing and photos have been published in the Virginia Quarterly Review, the Washington Times, the San Francisco Chronicle, GlobalPost, the Daily News Egypt, and the Pulitzer Center on Crisis Reporting's Untold Stories blog. Visions Périphériques is a personal blog about his travels and half-cocked ideas.
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Why is it that any ol' stupid face is cute on a kid under 4 years old, but if you're 26 and make a stupid face it's not cute anymore. Sure, it's potentially entertaining, but not cute. Following that logic, why is it that when I poop in my pants, no one cleans it up anymore.
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