Fuckin beautiful

Fuckin Gomez

fuckin Lurch

fuckin' churches

Welcome back! Spring 2018 is finally here and it's fuckin' wonderful. Enjoy some of NYC:

I know, I know.
It's been a while. I just didn't realize how long it had been.
Not too many flowers bloom in Autumn or Winter in NYC.
So I'm dipping into my secret archive....

This one comes from a weekend trip upstate I took a couple of years ago. For me it was a magical time. But with magic sometimes comes anxiety.

Anxiety and magic run through the fields holding hands until things explode into a fiery anticlimactic ending of broken hearts (mine, anyway.)
But C'est La Vie, such is life, and if you're not suffering a little for love, then you're not alive.

What are your stories of heartbreak and longing?

These are for you.

Fuckin first day of Autumn in Queens.

fuckin mallomars season

Fuckin Vinegar Hill, Brooklyn

fuckin cool spider in my back yard

It's the size of a snail.

It's an orb weaver and I'm gonna try saving him before the winter comes. I'm gonna name him Dennis.

fuckin Cat.

This is my buddy Morgan. He's 15.

Fuckin flowers in Autumn.

Fuckin moon.

My apologies for leaving you hanging

for 3 weeks there.