Day 22/365
In the mailing it in department, I shot in my kitchen. On one side, delish fruit plate. On the other, dirty sink. Because most have both, but most would only share the non-dirty. Compare and contrast away.
Day 21/365
Not going to lie, I’m mailing this one in. After 700 miles for an unexpected road trip, a beer to slow my brain before work tomorrow is in order. Pic is swap meet find from a year or so ago. It hangs outside my home office. When it lit, its the queue for the family…
Day 20/365
Super Blood Wolf Moon Eclipse. In the middle of nowhere. Light pollution nearly non-existent. The barking coyotes, easily a dozen it sounded like. Persisted eerily until the eclipse went full. Like a light switch, as that last snip of light disappeared, so did the noise of the dogs.
Day 19/365
Winter Hof festival. A time of celebration of culture. Dancing, food, good drinks. Except this year changed. The food. They advertised “hot purple cabbage” and “hot/cold potato salad”. What the actual fuck? Its Rotkohl (red cabbage) and German potato salad. Its made with vinegar, not the shiny white shit these posers presented. We still danced.…
Day 17/365
New roof. New leaks. Cannot contain my sarcasm and disgust.
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