One afternoon, Erin and I hiked around Fort Mountain park. The mountains are certainly different from the ones I'm accustomed to (think Rockies), but they're pretty beautiful just the same. Halfway up the mountain, we saw something burning in the distance and snapped this picture. Someone must have been trying to boil water.

I spent a good five minutes trying to capture this bird in flight (and not fall off the edge of the mountain). This is the only one where it's actually in the frame and not hidden behind a tree branch or something.

This struck me as exceptionally funny. If someone were to "enter" the designated area, he or she would just be stepping off into empty space like Wile E. Coyote in the cartoons. I doubt many people would have done this, even without the sign to warn them.

We saw this old lookout tower along the trail, after climbing about ten thousand stone steps. I wanted to climb up through the high window on the other side (which was roped off), but Erin advised me not to. She said it was probably full of dead rats.

This kitsch-peddling store is in a funky section of Atlanta known as Little Five Points. The area features all sorts of unusual shops: tattoo parlors, vintage retailers, feminist bookstores, etc. Great fun.

This restaurant is called "The Vortex." The mouth of the skull is the doorway, but I couldn't get it in the frame without standing in the street. I love you all, but you're not worth losing my legs over. By the way, the Vortex sells absolutely transcendent hamburgers (so I've been told).