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.