Text by Tim Torkildson. Photography by Noah Torkildson
It's been time to get a haircut for over a month now. I don't like to comb the stuff and it suffocates the top of my head during the boiling summer months here in Provo. So when Sarah brought the grand kids over for donuts and park play this morning, I prevailed upon her to strip down the old noggin. The deed was done out on my patio. In the broiling sun . . .
You can see how long and unruly it was getting
When Sarah focuses on something, she FOCUSES
Ah, these domestic scenes are so unaffected . . .
I'm not ashamed of my rolls of fat -- like Falstaff, I worked hard to get 'em
Explaining something important to my photographer Noah
It has been said my face would not only stop a clock -- it would stop a sundial
The hand that holds the clippers rules the world
This is either my head or a mo qua -- it's hard to tell which
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