tribute: black mamba

here's a pic of dN's fixie: black mamba. ain't she a beaut?

tell your mother you won't be long

stumbled upon a few photos from my files that may provide a distraction from chilly winter moments. a mini virtual vacation.

hop on the bus gus

make a new plan stan, no need to be coy roy...just listen to me...random, yes!

slip sliding away

first snow of the season, black ice reigns the sidewalks and streets. i have fallen flat on my ass, twice in the last two days. sheesh!

long time, no blog

haven't felt inspired to post lately, so i thought i'd get back into things with a shadow pic from the summer. i was obsessed with the shadow tattoos witnessed across the hood, this one is out front of our crash pad. leave the substance for the shadows, the fortune teller says. happy tuesday.

remember november

november arrives in the stealth of darkness, a quiet creep of cold along your neck. the last golden leaves kicking around seem like last call at the bar. a cafe latte never seems as cozy other months of the year, especially when it is the last bit of warmth before you brave the cold night air. i am not sure if this is an imagined state or reality, it is the way november sits in my mind. snow hangs in the air like a question mark...will it appear today? there is calm in this november and peace, the elements have no control over that. i just keep thanking the universe for all the warm souls who have arrived alongside me lately, i feel like someone is looking out for me and it feels nice. maybe it is my grandma.