Two friends, 365 days.
beautiful mushroom, and of course more leaves
fleeting visit from a favorite
red rain
i think of robyn, every time
getting organized
back in the city
light collection
one of those barely-made-it-happen days
itty bitty workspace from above
layout
acting like lauren in the park
best top, all agreed
eggs, spices
as best friends carry on
i found a spot in central park that feels like the woods of my childhood
a little light
Papa is home.
the pleasant crunching cometh
veins
souvenir from north carolina
noticed
remaining
stunning shadows + salmon and green
nature's cootie catcher
embrace
hanger on
i have a thing for layers of plastic, windows and light
getting low
airbrushed evening. except real.
a subway platform is no place for a leaf to die
fall leaf painted silver. solitary and unexplained.
party guest
this one goes out to liz at applelogs.wordpress.com
what beets do
a sip down by the river.
stripes
two days in a row, i know. i'm sorry. i like this.
primitive behavior on a contemporary stage.
inland beach
trumpets mark the end of the season.
edge (note to self: clean your fucking lenses)
selling things to eat.
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