Two friends, 365 days.
burger sculpture
favorite duty
growing
if i could drink this kind of light every day life would be so easy
i have some tendencies to picture heaven looking like this (not my heaven)
salaam
the strange fog-sun.
it’s all about open windows
the last rays
stained glass reminders
really was trying to cut it out with the food photos, but it is just that time of year. and beets are gorgeous.
waiting for dinner at a tennis match (or so it feels)
nature’s display
presence
moving the piano
nature is a genius
initial playing in an otherwise empty room
slow train home
staging area
food in the house again
elements
data journalism at columbia
ny is all, "you want fog? i have fog. you don't need california."
moth: day 2
light and line
grey banking
on-going repairs
heading home
west village, shrouded
watering can
made when it was all black and white
travel these days
obsessing over this place
(w)oof
psychobilly tuesday
best window
been on this road before, took a shot looking the other way
exhausted
proud of my ballet bun skills
opened the box upside down
moon over delaware
favorite fresh green on saturated blue
ninety minute massage
that time of the year again.
inland beach
trumpets mark the end of the season.
disparity.
barely made it out today
pile of procrastination.
as if losing the M wasn't bad enough, now they're lying to the blind
brooklyn bees.
terminal five
still in denial
southbound over the pulaski.
waiting at dekalb
the makings of an art school dropout.
meat pack, apple jack, can't a girl go home?
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