In which I watch it all go down

In which I look through their eyes

In which I go to the end of the line

In which I look for opposites

In which I watch and play

In which I walk the walk

In which I explore a bit, discover archaeology, and listen to what people see

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 […]