what the fish are doin'?

suzy leaves the country for her country on saturday. the great dame baked her a cake with lovely details! (please read).

broadway in brooklyn is not the coast i know, but neither is this

baltika (through velum)

tuesday, torrents (the bw in b and w)

coney isle, hot dogs hiding behind palm trees. i wanted to take photos of lil' O on our last day of 'work' together but obviously it was 60 and rainy. we covered her knees with the only umbrella we had, and i squinted, sans jacket (still packed), pushing the stroller from brighton onwards toward coney, where of course, the photo booth i had set out to use, would be closed for the day. lil' o didn't mind; she she was dry. in this sense, all was, thankfully, good.

heart on a fence

it's a heart on the fence. in the end, the sum total of the (broader) exchange was 2 t-shirts. i get a sincere kick out of this...as karma is a bitch...? or i guess it is also a really wonderful paying forward of your entire self ! i realize my m.o. is different from others, girls or boys, i said, and sometimes i am reminded of this. slow biking in the rain. and i go at my own pace, as per the usual. and mine is the last word, as per the usual.

hiya, bush.

i just moved to bushwick. i would never bring my mother here. so far, inside, everything is pretty much still on the floor, and outside, most people don't pick up their dog shit. the other morning, i was walking to the train, and i passed a homeless guy on the street. the population was sparse out. three seconds later he goes 'hey!' i turned around. 'is that yours?' he pointed across the street, to a lavender balloon sleeping on the corner, under the rusted elevated j tracks. 'no, it's not.'

this bush, by the way, is located in midwood, where the houses have gardens. across the street from my apartment is another apartment with a bush just as green, but much more guarded. on the bush reads a home made sign: "be nice. just try it."

the only thing i have bought so far within a 5 block radius is a 1-dollar coconut slushy at the deli that smells like microwaved ham or other meats. the attendant's hair is thinning but he still uses gel, which accentuates the baldness as it dries. in front of this store i met the meanest looking pit bull, but then she wasn't. her owner named her 'canela,' like 'agua de....panela.....' i asked him if he was raising her to be sweet. he said yes.

tinytown

todo tiene su final, eh? todo impermeable, no? aprendi mucho (about me) con la nena.