I am cooking asparagus and yam fries, sipping water, while Emmylou Harris twines her brilliant voice throughout my apartment. It has been a day of the good sort thus far...lunch date with Hilary, phonecall from my brother in the land that is hot, some letter-writing, and snatches of reading slipped all in between. I am a free woman tonight...sans shift at work, or any obligations other than a hangout with Melissa further along in the night. I am whittling away precious solitary hours sifting through photos, piecing through my own writing both past and present, and generally just enjoying the luxury of time at my fingertips.
I came across a gold mine of photos taken by the now-absent Tristan Fast (a la moment, also in the sun-drenched land of Costa Rica with my brother...bitches...!). He is my fakey-roommate, aka Sambeth's lover, and also an amazing photographer. Here is a bit of his magic on the eyes...
My apartment is a keeper, oui?
I think so too.
Current status:
One brother less...
and this petit one remaining...
for the next three months.
I am off to talk a walk in the darkness of this balmy January night.
Out,
R.
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