You see so many doors every day, but there is little reason to open most of them. I half expected to suddenly be looking down the barrel of something when I leaned in over the iron fence to get a closer look.
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Random freshman year roommates, who thanks to a bit of creative self-description (nonsmoking, check), ended up living together in tiny spaces for two entire years.
Now, over a decade later, we're on either coast- one in New York City, the other in Seattle- but we still send each other beautiful things to appreciate each day.
Now, over a decade later, we're on either coast- one in New York City, the other in Seattle- but we still send each other beautiful things to appreciate each day.
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- lincoln tunnel.
- Insomnia
- Behind and Ahead
- for the love of the game.
- shea goodbye.
- Red Door, Boerum Hill
- falling.
- Dusk Stroll, West Village
- The Softer Side of the Salvation Army
- Early To Rise
- Skyblue Pink
- up-do
- Autumn Light
- Summer Weddings, Pt. 2
- Summer Weddings
- dwelling
- Hearth
- Night and Day
- Vegetables of My Labor
- perfect.
- Morning Glory
- Pitter Patter
- Not a Touch
- the state of washington.
- f.o.r.d.
- evil leaves.
- Saturday Bouquet
- Pigeon Nap
- i'll take a sunset, on the rocks...
- Potential
- highways and byways
- Falafel, Of Course
- Parallel Lines
- Closing
- chinatown west
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2 comments:
i know you must be tempted to paint your facade now, too.
i can just see you heading to the paint store, then exiting and strutting triumphantly a la john travolta down the streets of brooklyn happily swinging your paint cans...
if only i had a fat $1.75 raise to go along with it, i certainly would.
or actually, just a salary.
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