Bridges and bridges and bridges. Almost as if I went to New York and only took photos of bridges.
Ramona has taken on the critical and life-affirming task of sleeping right through the election cycle.
She’d vote if she could, but she’s Canadian. And a cat.
Yesterday I showed off the underside of the bridge. Today it's the side that you can actually walk on.
Ramona has wrapped herself in a blanket, and I think she’s called it a day. I’m giving serious consideration to doing the same.
Good morning! Yesterday’s woes are all water under the bridge. 😀
I put pants on today — it’s the SMALL victories, y’know?