Snow day outing

Snow day cookies

*those are not my Wicked cups.

So I smile and say "when a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes."

Ali laughingly smudged the apartment. She doesn't believe me that it's haunted...or I'm haunted...none the less, I don't think it will work if Ali didn't take it seriously.

Me & citrus fruit: It's real and it's deep

My boots came in the mail today.
Through-the-window shots...WIN

Though I know I'll never lose affection for people and things that went before, I know I'll often stop and think about them.

We could get up or we could lay in bed for another thirty minutes in the hopes that we'll fall back asleep.

700th post

We've all settled back in nicely. It's just like, yet simpler than before some how. 

It's dark as it's going to get. The hands on the clock turn, but don't sing a nocturne just yet.

This place is much less grand in the light. It's quite amazing how glamourous place can be when there is nothing more than a couple of exciting people and darkness. I remembered this place as a bright ball of energy and now it looks sad and rusty. Seeing it in the light for the first time, seeing it in color for the first time was odd and very humbling. 

I don't know why I feel a strange nostalgia for this theatre, I imagine it's because of the fact that I was here night after night when I went to the others only once. It was my first photo project in New York, for my first photo class ever...

I think I may be forever connected to Walter Kerr. It does have an awesome floor. 

Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed, follow my lead, oh, how I need Someone to watch over me.

Interesting night of listening to Sinatra in front of the fire and deciding which of our pets would sing the songs.