Two friends, 365 days.
a spring rain so light that it left no impression on the asphalt.
the beginning of a cran-blueberry clafoutis
these are very glamorous and so heavy now that they are all lying on the ground, exhausted under their own weight
seafood with friends
time
pretty much annual, this shot
green
well, hello, spring!
basement (an unexpectedly lovely evening)
kids love growing stuff
1 x 100,000
yes, i even snip up cards that won't work anymore
sometimes saturdays make me feel that my heart might explode for love of life
visiting with friends from pre-memory childhood
face-plant
liquid
no use in complaining
seasons change
tiny fast, big still
spring is like nothing else (thankful for the foggy/rainy week)
fresh garlic
queued up
fifty years or so since this doors got to be doors
talking on the phone for the first time in years
spring arrives to high street/brooklyn bridge
dusting the fan off for the season.
office fridge humor
a tourist's venice in new york.
long distance calling
bright
pantalones
dining alone in the village. again.
hand model in the east village.
you make your bed where you lie.
home
getting closer.
talking to strangers
heroes
starting from scratch.
bozu
first day at mccarren.
the irish in stereo.
rena
it was this or a self portrait in the bathroom of a vfw post.
union square
mourning pogo. rip, good boy.
the trees are all set with winter.
themed sundays are easy when you take them literally.
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