this is symbolism
Thursday night I received a message from my cousin. It said, “K wants to go to the cemetery this Sat afternoon. You wanted to, too, right?” To which I wrote, “thatd be so cool”. Because visiting cemeteries is one of the best things in the Universe, obviously.
Continue reading Marrakesh, Bouchee, and Cemetery Stories.
That’s just how I roll.
But yeah, sometime around Orthodox Easter, I dragged my brother’s sorry arse out to the Central Park to snap a few shots of the decorations. I’m not exactly good at night photography, but hey, most of the stuff was static, so these shots are half-decent. They are a little bit stale, time-wise (eggs & candles & angels & all), but I hope you’ll still like ’em.
But before we switch to eggs and bunnies, I’d like you to take a look at Posta Moldovei. Which is, Moldova’s Post Office. I’ve always loved this building. So nice. I visit it often, as I kinda like Postcrossing, when I have the 50 cents to spare for a stamp.
Continue reading These Are the Last Days of August, and I’m Sharing Easter Photographs
I love waking up early. No – scratch that, I’m a monster when I wake up early – I love being awake early. One morning I was greeted by a perfectly technicolour sky:
SOOC; the camera picked up way more blue than I was seeing