King Christopher’s Portfolio of Pictures

You know the score pal. If you’re not cop, you’re little people.
riskservices
Taking the plunge in Queenstown, New Zealand.
King Christopher and cousin Greg philosophizing in Banff
Marilyn, Patricia, Copper and Camus—ie. the girl’s club.
riskservices
Andrew and King Christopher after the Banff Citizens Road Race
Copper and Camus logging off.
Camus and Copper crying for help.
Copper, Camus and King Christopher sunning at the Heartland
King Christopher smooching lawyer Sonya at Melissa’s in Banff.
Which way to the chairlift?
King Christopher, Kafka, Copper, Camus, the neighbor’s kids, the Rouge Rocket and the Green Monster
Keri and King Christopher after Melissa’s Road Race in Banff
King Christopher and a six-pack of girls.
riskservices
riskservices
Kafka, Caroline, Allison, Camus and Birdy struggling towards daylight.
Camus and King Christopher in a self-portrait
The sweetheart Margo.
The sweetheart Margo and King Christopher
The think tank where I formulated The Theory of One—thus defining pi cosmically for all Eternity
riskservices
The bookshelves/stairs to the loft that I constructed with 2x2s, 2x4s, 2x12s and 188 bolts.
Camus and the dyslexic ontological argument for the existence of Dog

Camus and the dyslexic ontological argument for

the existence of Dog

Did I ever mention that I hate cops
Copper and the embodiment of Thereness.
riskservices
Camus, Kafka and Kristi in a meeting of the minds
Copper and Camus in their artic gear set against downtown Calgary from Crescent Road
Camus and Kafka trying to catch some shut-eye.
Camus. Now I understand.
The finished basement.
Bruce, Derek, Rhea and King Christopher.
riskservices
Copper, Kafka, Camus and King Christopher.
Kafka and my bombshell, track-star friend Danielle.
riskservices
riskservices
King Christopher, Sonya and Mr E.
riskservices