Two friends, 365 days.
finally, something i like
been a good while since i did sunset and lines
in which sad makes me happy
circle and lines
bad picture, full heart, tired body
on the road
wow, seriously idyllic.
a second wall
hammock; this isn’t mine. I’ve never had one.
the last of the black paint
B
the non-informative part
i live for this kind of thing
familiar lines
spinal
ominous
confusing food
city detail
plastic
line attack (possibly too many, even for me)
interior: dark/light
so many capturing the light
mexico, revisited
lines
going . . . going . . . still not gone.
for me, beauty is often what’s nestled between what they want me to be looking at
when packing some things are put in a box, others are nestled
more pretty garbage
peachtree
the field
the pastrami lox at barney greengrass is incredible
the year of
the roll falls in line
math
miso for days
tiny
borrowed camera
fault
kind of over these guys who always eat my sunflowers, but never over the newborns. those spots.
six hands
city lines
this couple has been hanging out for a week
one day with a dear friend
the key is to follow the locals.
family is all about food
autumn comes to washington square
brick rays.
blue plastic, gold paper
it all happened so quickly.
architectural detail
mailbox.
riot
shelter. not the band.
daylight wanes
soft spot.
rustic.
touch
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