David: I’ve had to force an appraisal of this photo just so we could post it. That’s how perfectly grand it is. I tell myself what’s happening here is an effort to put nude art on the walls of this grocery-clogged little apartment. Most likely BIG BIG art.

But I feel bad for the art-making project’s model: The bear in the chair. The massive size of the photographer’s camera implies: “Your meat’s so tiny I need to use the exact same equipment that was employed when the outer reaches of the universe were photographed at the Griffith Observatory last summer.”

But our bear’s a trooper — oblivious to insult. Look at the way he’s always ready; making eye contact with the camera despite the lens being focused waaaaaaaaaaay south of a proper portrait. And the vulnerable position of his fingers resting upon his thigh — he’s staying accessible until the very last shot. God love him.

I love this picture.

Steve: The fact that there are two photographers hovering around this poor, sweet man makes me a little nervous, and I think it’s having the same effect on him.

The truth is that the photo we’re looking at is way better than any image that may come from the macro lens horror of the singularly unappealing man towering over our vulnerable bear friend. I just want to throw everyone out of the room and snuggle up.