The smallest photographer in the family has been at it again, showing a bit more loyalty to his camera than to either his scooter or his bicycle, but his frisbee still wins...

This woman who lives down the street wasn't at all bothered by her first encounter with Hurricane Milo including a lense. She couldn't have been more pleased to have been his spontaneous subject. He keeps asking me her name, which we didn't do... Next time.

For those of you unfamiliar with Kitchen Market on 8th Avenue (and right around the corner from our apartment), it boasts the best burritos in NYC, and satisfies Milo's parents who crave certain Mission spots for their rice and bean fix. Milo, of course, will only eat beans with Ximena, and insists he doesn't like burritos. But he dotes on Sam the fervent Yankee fan dentistry student, and The King, who makes the best burritos, and is happy to visit any time. It seems the outside holds equal appeal, as the Virgin of Guadalupe, a glow in the dark version of whom lives in our kitchen, keeps catching his eye.

Milo's complete online portfolio can be found here.