Backflips off a bus stop in new haven.
Cloudy with a chance of waffles.
Where! There or there.
One from last summer I think I should have posted. Brought to you courtesy of this boring subway ride.
Brunchin’ at home. Dark chocolate, buttermilk and olive oil waffles. In barnyard animal shapes, of course.
Despite all my rage I’m still just a cat in a cage. (at Verg)
While I can’t say I’ve missed work, tonight might have made me realize that I missed the view. #sunset #432parkavenue #nyc (at Cemex)
Southern snowman (at Magazine Street)
Waiting for spring
Well, this is a refreshing change of pace, ice instead of snow.