Two friends, 365 days.
been a good while since i did sunset and lines
in which sad makes me happy
apple on a pike
remembering to look up
some days the only way to extricate myself is to look up briefly
heaving line
repetition, there is that, but it is always with a twist
goes up, goes down (thank you for being so reliable)
sometimes the evening light can give a miserable day new life
on fire
no reference point
looking down to look up
reminding myself that there’s beauty here, too
x-tra tuff
back to life
curl up in a boat and catch a fish
these look like miniatures
fresh ground coffee/fresh brewed coffee
it is always pretty cool to see a bald eagle
exactly where i ought to be
now-familiar sight
desaturated day
corner conversation
bag of project
scattering
on day 1000 i basked in the glow of a jane’s addiction light show
manhattan in the distance (rear window)
concoction
overwhelmed by our atmosphere and beyond
settling, but jumpy
colorful chore for the doing
neopolitan sky
like Peter Rabbit
this always reminds me of paris
postcards
rear window
coaster from kyoto
winter in red, white, and blue
a really cold breath of fresh air
the venerable farmer's shoes
this had nothing to do with it
a real opportunity was missed here
faster still comes the dark
autumn sun on the hudson
welcoming fall shapes
the glowing dim
the clouds rolleth
somebody's coffee mug
west village, shrouded
watering can
so many frogs it was hard not to step on them
country clouds in the city
there was this one patch of blue sky
at times that crane swings awfully close to our window
moon and vapor
going off the grid for a week +
piano music can be heard in the distance
kitchen window
stacking up
anticipatory conversation
empty table
i wanted to make this b/w for the twighlight zone reference, but the color is too nice.
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