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?
Monday, December 4, 2017
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Saturday, September 23, 2017
Thursday, September 21, 2017
Monday, September 18, 2017
Sunday, September 17, 2017
fuckin cool spider in my back yard
Thursday, September 7, 2017
Monday, September 4, 2017
Sunday, August 20, 2017
yeah I did.
Sometimes you can just find yourself a comfy-ass couch somewhere on a hot lazy Sunday and watch the planes land at JFK.
Monday, August 14, 2017
Sunday, August 13, 2017
Fuckin Swans.
Fucking swans. Goddamn them, they're so majestic and resplendent.
This is the lake at Prospect Park in Brooklyn. If you ever go, remember to bring bread or something to feed them. Because they're paying you back by just existing and being beautiful and all of a sudden two hours goes by because you're so enraptured with watching the swans.
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Friday, August 11, 2017
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