rippling in still waters

there is some texturally fun stuff happening in the snow around this silly place. 

the midday sun. 

the lair is kept at 78F. heat's included. it's fucking marvelous.  

frozen at Minnesota & Benson. 

4pm sunset from Lake Otis & 36th.

capturing the waiting-for-buses-that-don't-show-up magic. public transit here: a bilateral ass-smacking in both humility and meek optimism. it fucking sucks. at least they crank the heat.

the shit-cat making out with the dracena. 

if I didn't feel so fucking lazy I'd be wanting to do something amazing right now.