Spring has sprung.

Spam! Tabled fakie at some spot you've never heard of. His frame is lighter than yours--I'm pretty sure if you hold it up to the sun you can see through it. Shot with the lousy point-and-shoot (and mildly brightness/contrast modded in Photoshop) because I didn't feel like lugging a bag around. If I were a Photoshop expert, I would have considered erasing his bike and turning it into one of those "invisible bike!" images. I'm not, so I didn't.




The bridge is not over.

You Can't Bring Me Down

Springtime is the the air. Can you feel it? Sure, it's still in the mid-50s (at best), and you get strange looks when you wander out of the apartment wearing shorts (well, at least I do), but it's coming. Spring! When the streets fill with scantily clad would-be models in search of employment (Coffee Shop is right down the block, ladies) and the wonderful smell of boiling garbage. Oh wait, that's summer. Spring is random thunderstorms, freezing-cold mornings and busload after busload of suspected tourists. Regardless! April showers bring May mold and whatnot. Psyched! I can't wait to start leaving Pleg residue everywhere like a spritzing dog. Is that even grammatically correct? I don't care!

This post is brought to you by Canada Dry seltzer and the exclamation point. And a chickadee.

My camera bag is actually dusty at this point. Didn't even think that was possible. With luck, I'll start posting some new-new flicks soon.