Two friends, 365 days.
faded glory
dialogue pattern verdict: i’d wear it
apple on a pike
remembering to look up
red, glowing orb, the last thing i saw before leaving
they came out to bid us farewell
hurry.
the sun bears down on pony island
harlequin
paper bird
gardening detail
i now charge devices in the kitchen (else i’ll forget)
repetition, there is that, but it is always with a twist
goes up, goes down (thank you for being so reliable)
northwest’s child
this night changed me
neglect
weather and friend related bliss
what i need to do most is nothing
doing less to do it well
anything is possible when the sun shines here.
when we were little, my brother and i would lick marshmallows and try to stick them to the other person’s forehead. gross/funny.
the weather is epic.
i sent a postcard to my gramma about that tangerine
the strange fog-sun.
it’s all about open windows
shedding coats in the park
applying grid to the sunset
red fades
shadows fall in line
anger turns to relief (GTSC)
water and light
the last rays
stained glass reminders
6th annual sheepshead bay day (my 2nd)
kids as abstraction
onion
all the office at the window
kips bay (spidey)
a set
“why do they always look better in my eyes?”
walking around with a mug of wine, again.
making friends in a strange neighborhood
there’s a logic to this
spider delivery system
light delivery systems (live, work, create)
eclipse as respite from a sun-drenched landscape
gin-drenched ice cubes
honestly this is all the energy i had. i’ve been doing it a lot lately, and i hate myself for it.
oh hi, conscious miniature human
the look of peace
elements
data journalism at columbia
marina perfectly still
slow boat
faster still comes the dark
autumn sun on the hudson
perfect fall day
ground cherries
translucent
bleecker
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