In which I ponder self-doubt and second-guessing myself. Or maybe I don’t.
In which I reminisce about high school art class and buy an imaginary penthouse suite.
In which I reminisce about commuting to the suburbs and enjoying foggy vistas
Here’s a pattern I’ve noticed for a while: I generally don’t have a lot of interesting pics on Sundays. I play volleyball (or try to) in the morning, go home, eat, nap, come back in the evening. And I end up mostly just taking photos around the gym. Some of them are great, of course. […]
I was really tempted to call back to my very first photo on this account, but smartly decided against it. As cool as it might be to repeat last year’s story beats, I want to strike out in unexplored directions. Besides, a bowl of Froot Loops™ is much more interesting, right? I went back to […]