Snowstorm in Bed-Stuy

a throwback to January, when for the first time in my NYC life, the streets felt as wild and inhospitable as the wilderness.

T-bone update

This little cat is a "cat's cat," the way James Salter is a "writer's writer." (She doesn't really want to be held by humans, but she loves when Suki grooms her.)

four to remember

a painting of eve, and eve.

bed-stuy nature walk

fall in my neighborhood

suki

another super bed-stuy sunset

when there's a strong chance of a thunderstorm, and it's 7:30 pm, and the bedroom fills with weird yellow light, you know you have to get to the roof...

ps. another sunset, the same roof