Three torsos: December, 04, Las Vegas, Nevada (click to enlarge)
Three water cups: March, 05, at the orphanage that students and I visit each week. 
Three piles of rocks: January, 05, the remains of a student sculpture exhibition at my school.
There are three ways to become immortal says Neruda: plant a tree, write a book, have a child.
There are three questions, according to Pavarotti, you should ask yourself before you marry someone: how’s the sex, how’s the conversation, and how are the silences?
There are three books that Only Child purchased at Miss Penelope and Cricket’s used book sale this weekend. He bought “…one because it’s Asian, one because it’s good, and one because it’s weird.” These three adjectives precisely describe my current life.
Three is my favorite number, and it seems to be showing up everywhere lately.
Three eggs in the fridge door.
Three water jugs by the road on a stand for the monks.
Three clusters of bananas hanging at the fruit stand.
Three. Three. Three.
So, in honor of the number three, I’m posting these three photos I took that involve the number… you guessed it… three.