sometimes in the winter i see pictures of the summer and think “was it ever thus?” and “how could i have squandered my time so?”. this is a picture of a day unsquandered. or, a day that denied the possibility “squandering”.
the greatest moment of my life.
at start in the park
i kept taking pictures of my head so i could see what was happening.
sunglazzies at nite
she’s got the whole world on her clavicle.
