Two friends, 365 days.
lavender and butterflies
i’m fancy (corn dog muffins)
all of us in one place
stage lights
prawn season is open
space
not the only reason for crying
eyeing traffic
another dinner gets made
listen up.
what the squash looked like.
solo adventure
veins
souvenir from north carolina
sometimes saturdays make me feel that my heart might explode for love of life
visiting with friends from pre-memory childhood
when i was in grade school this was my grandmother's
{work,dinner}station
light and chores
terrible picture, wonderful night
focal point
library cache lock-in
back to life
an evening that behaved like summer
skipped the SOTU for a birthday dinner. good thing i can watch online.
illustration of an imperfect kitchen.
crooked (dinner in the hood)
a weak barrier.
the quietest block in north brooklyn.
bot
champagne is my kryptonite
growing to sustain.
the native hudson valley tribe were the Lenni-Lenape, meaning "true men." i just learned that now.
i used to blog about making pasta from scratch. now it's all i can do to doctor up some hummus and eat it straight from the tub.
sunbleached.
jeffrey, pull-up champion
bozu
first day at mccarren.
cafe called home.
party for one
the key is to look innocent
this little piggy went to market.
downtown in december.
she's a lady
friday night dinner for one.
holding still (40 turns to 105)
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