Thus the red line in each of these crappy cellphone pictures. Just kidding. I have no idea about the red line. Except maybe that I’m about to cross it?
One of the many, many cats kept by the cat lady on our street:
Saturday afternoon inside Cafe Pergolesi:
My cousin Anthony, in Santa Cruz for a visit:
Beautifully spilled Ramen cup:
Jasper, feeling his humanities:
Thank you, that is all for now.
I need guidance on how to get my phone pictures uploaded to some kind of source (preferably a computer) because the pictures kick ass. Literally.
Crossing the red line. Tonight at 11.
That Ramen cup is downright poetic.