There was one of these extreme skating events on the Trocadero over the weekend. Risking life and limb in beautiful surroundings.

Massive air.

This guy, whom I've dubbed the Homeless Activist, seems to show up at a lot of demonstrations. His platform revolves around lodging rights and prison reform. He really doesn't like Chirac and Sarkozy.

Nightmare of the Religious Right: An Amorphous Cloud of Rainbow Gayness Descending on the Youth

Yesterday we went to the annual Gay Pride parade here, which was as flamboyantly fantastic as ever. These guys were waiting for it to start raining men.

The children knew him as Mr. Rabbit, but in the old language he was called Morden-dok, meaning the One Who Leads Astray.

Yesterday there was a freak thunderstorm in Paris. This is taken from under the awning of our boulangerie. The rain knocked out power on our street until 3:07 in the morning. I know because a light over the kitchen sink that's never worked before suddenly snapped on, waking me up.

Our metro stop was flooded.

Yesterday was the Fete de la Musique, a national event that brings thousands of bands and hundreds of thousands of people to the streets for a night of free music and wanton debauchery. These guys were rocking out just across the river from Notre Dame.

Light Bridge Across the Seine

O'er the land of the... wait, that's not right.

Beware of Boat Dog

I'm back from Helsinki. Didn't have much time for making pictures since I was looking at cell phones most of the time, but I did get out and about briefly. When I arrived it was officially "Helsinki Day," and there was a free concert going on here in front of the cathedral.

The caption contest is concluded. Check out last Saturday's post for the winner, upon whom untold riches and good fortune have been showered. Though not by me.

You know you've made it as a photographer when your face is on a carpet (Martin Parr, Officially Bigtime Photographer).

If I told you how much these pre-soiled pants cost, you might involuntarily add similarly fashionable stains to your own.

Stairs as Chairs

Believe it or not, this isn't a cut-and-paste job. It's the mangled result of an hour and a half of Photoshopping... but this scene did exist in real life.

And the winner of the Slice o' Life Caption Contest is:

Can you hear me now?

Thanks to all who participated.

My favorite portrait subject, pensive on the bus.

Late at night, the musically inclined cartoon characters of the world became flesh and fixed the instruments while the shopkeeper slept.