Two friends, 365 days.
season-based chores
produce rollodrome
lady liberty
caught where it landed
banana pudding
beautiful stuff we grew
happy to have walked past
leaves
path
this led to a conversation about the triangle shirtwaist factory
these are very glamorous and so heavy now that they are all lying on the ground, exhausted under their own weight
seafood with friends
i love that someone made this
rite of passage
two in the rain
HOORAY
. . . then start a fresh pot. thank you.
the wind did this, then blew off the point. i kicked it back together.
feeling lighter already
gold, stormy blue
vignette
central park: closed
bougainvillea
fall at soccer practice; muppet head tree
the last rays
stained glass reminders
reach
this reads a little space station to me
making friends in a strange neighborhood
there’s a logic to this
autumn redux
autumn wrap
desirable flavor, vitamin C, visual satisfaction -- all in one tidy package
waiting by mabashi
sail
persimmon tree, noda
okay, fall, you're pretty much killing me with your sheer gorgeous
the campbell apartment
remembering day 200
heavy haul out
i know how they feel
caught in the rain twice in 12 hours
my companion is making quick work of her cookie
alterations
life imitates life
the ability to find solitude in a resort destination.
lazy paint job (shopping in clackamas)
as long as i can convince myself it's a pagan holiday, we'll be fine.
secret meetings with old friends
fashion pinata.
yukata party
indoor growth.
takaosan
rider.
yoyogi park (damn good birthday)
golden years.
do-over. and over.
voted
edison, on the way to the museum of american history.
i know, vermont, i love you too. thanks for the R&R.
napping through a dense read.
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