After visiting my 80-year-oldish Grandpa, I decided to take a few photos. He’s been like a father to me after my dad died. When I was a kid, I would spend my Friday nights at his place, eating meat pies and fries and watching Friday night cartoons on his old, big, wooden-panel TV. I remember once we built a time machine together out of cardboard and spare 1960′s electronic equipment we found collecting dust in his basement. Surprisingly, it worked. No matter how much proof you have to say the contrary, nothing’s going to stop me from believing that we bent the laws of physics and became time travelers.