Two friends, 365 days.
knitting handspun wool
shape and shine
the strange fog-sun.
it’s all about open windows
light and line
grey banking
there's a logic to this
so much work to do
there was this destination then several others
looking up
postmark achieved
alone in the pretty little theatre
a how-it-used-to-be display
leo, jake, and a whole lot of kick-ass females
oddly compelling entryway at the scene of departure
out of the rain
mail trucks on their day off
2d vitamin d
big empty spaces are always a little daydream inducing
constellation
save me, consuela
primary window
i love this time of day
one pair is, one pair isn't
differing degrees.
dining at an unreasonably fluorescent table
escalating (reenactment).
early to bed, early to rise(, early to bed)
a rainy spring break evening, in august.
cooler air
gotcha 3 years past.
new view
surrogate dad.
nyc cliche in photograph form.
ipod surgery
just some bears. on a fence.
waiting for a passerby
some days, for whatever reason, you decide to get off a stop before your own
hawks watch, initials circa 1995.
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