we found an old apartment building with all its doors unlocked, crawled out the first floor window and climbed the fire escape until the top. inside, there was an artist's studio amidst the construction debris, chock full of sculptures and paintings of outer space and old printers and sheets of drywall.
that's the kind of thing I crave, those discoveries.
hot air balloon sighting
on the sidewalk
bekah got a haircut
the bike dump, downtown
"Monday: Wimmin & Queer"
some of my favourite places in the Exchange District