The only noise: trickling waters and birdsongs, from a weekend in the Catskills. (And sadly, not a comedian in sight.)
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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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- the bride.
- we don't just look good...
- Dinosaurs; All Others, Keep Out
- Two Ships
- reach for the sky.
- Shadows
- To Enjoy Bodily Warmth, Some Small Part of You Mus...
- edgy.
- The Day the World Turned Upside Down
- forget-me-not.
- R Is for Red Hook
- on our way!
- wine + summer + friends = a perfect evening.
- The Three Sisters
- Green and Gray
- pike place peony party.
- Green Space, Van Brunt St.
- tissue.
- is it me, or does this plant look like a muppet?
- Mountaintop
- Spaceplant
- Esopus Creek
- What We Try Most to Conceal Is What We Most Reveal
- teacup merry-go-round.
- Slices of Delight
- Escape
- japanese maple, underside.
- Trio of Terror, Sullivan St.
- peonies, as promised.
- bit of baldy.
- bob ross, rip.
- Secret Garden
- the calm before the storm.
- Pacing
- bit of scary.
- Lines, 3rd Ave.
- beam me up.
- old growth.
- Midnight Snack, Junior's
- smith tower, 2nd avenue between james & yesler.
- A Rousing Midnight Game of Spoons
- bamboo from below.
- Run, Run as Fast as You Can
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3 comments:
i don't know why i just imagined the ghost of rodney dangerfield sailing by on a little raft...
that would have been the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life.
www.rodney.com
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