day three hundred twenty-nine.

a dusting of snow on the steps tonight. we almost made it to december without even a hint.
i made myself a nice dinner and washed many warm things.
the start of winter is so cozy, i don't mind it at all.

day two hundred seventy-seven(-ish).

saturday = animals. with a side of violence.

circle of life.

(that's enough for tonight)

(more time traveling tomorrow)

day ninety-seven.

this is a bear without fur.
thank you for your time.

day forty-two.

,graffiti post:

take heed, undergraduates. take heed.

day eleven.

green street graffiti (with bonus, relevant, snow)

begging the age old question: which came first, the penguin or the bear?