Here are some pictures from the last few months of my life. Enjoy.
My bed(room)
Photographer becomes subject. Mayhem ensues.
Notice the exposed brick. Tre chic. Notice Ryan's face. Tre scary.
Another scary face. Lindsey has herself to blame for this one.
Brian makes couscous.
A giant telescope at the base of the Brooklyn Bridge. Look through it and you can see London.
Memorial Day weekend was the Brooklyn Bridge's 125th anniversary. We walked across to commemorate.
A statue of Michael defeating the devil from a church near Columbia University.
Aboard the PATH train on my first trip to New Jersey. And I survived to tell the tale.
Well. I have plenty more where that came from but these pictures take quite a time to upload into a blog post so I’ll leave it at this for now. I do hope you come back for more soon. And, as always, please leave comments. I love to hear from you.
Your bed is cute. It reminds me of something I almost bought off Ikea.com for my apartment in Cleveland.
I think life in the Big Apple is perfect for you, my love.
Your pictures fascinate me.
You do not have a bed “room” – my mailbox is bigger than that. Heehee. Hey, has anyone tried to sell you that Brooklyn Bridge? BTW, there is a red fox hanging out near our house. He’s not as quick as you, though, or as cute.