That's my first airport beer, enjoyed in the Garden State Diner in Newark's Terminal B. I'm not going to say how much it cost me but hey! it was Stella Artois and it was really big!
My walk home. I kind of feel like photos I take on my walks home are often dull for the viewer...but I'm posting these anyway because there's something lonely and sad that I like about them. hands up, idk.
I always end up looking back to my archives whenever I get new stuff developed. This was nearly a year ago but I remember that sunrise like it was yesterday's, and I'm pretty sure I always will. I feel lucky to have a near perfect photographic record of this day.
Spring has sprung. The loquats are waiting to pop with their juicy splendor. The last time I checked on them they were still green buds, but a lot happened to Austin in the 5 days I was in Rochester. I got home and there were full flower gardens all over my street. That's what you were hiding under those black tarps all winter, neighbor.