sometimes the universe appears to conspire against you: family members fall ill, your car gets keyed, you're evicted, your employers make increasingly antagonistic workload policies, you're afraid you're getting arthritis in your thumbs... in your weaker moments, as you're throwing temper tantrums and pity parties, you forget all the wonderful things about your lot: your book is in, an article was just accepted, you married a saint, your cat is the best ever, winter's over...
and sunday walks around the neighborhood are this nice:
our clothes line
random school yard art
(not so) young lovers
never to old for the swing set
coolest self-portrait i've ever taken
north and south
the north ainslie galahs
we walked all over in search of some hoops. no dice.
hello neighbor!
