The cat is not waving, it is beckoning.
Someone recently told me that you can tell when it’s going to rain as trees will turn their leaves over.
Naysayers suggest shifts in air pressure and and changes in wind direction before a storm are the cause.
I’ve chosen to believe trees are awesome and are doing it on purpose.
Spent Memorial Day around a pool with friends, raising our cups to those who served.
Sure it wasn’t a parade, but it seemed pretty darn American with all that Miller Lite.
I’m probably starting to look like a lush.
After the whirlwind trip to Brooklyn, I took it easy with the camera when I got back home.
This snapshot is from my phone as I stood in line at Putz’s Creamy Whip with my mom.
Man that place is good.
Got to the Shake Shack early and was a bit awestruck by these purple flowers.
The burger? It was very tasty. My only complaint is that it was too small!
Fret not, tis art: Event Horizon
After burgers? A meander around the city and up to The Highline.
Then it was time to find a cool drink.
Couple o’ cool brews at the faux-but-tolerable Biergarten and it was off to rush to the airport.
Bidding adieu to another fine, but always too brief trip to New York.
Pinky sits obediently.
John Ford rocks this shirt better than I do. (I’d also like to mention, this is my favorite shirt at the moment)
These Brooklyn fellas have good taste in beer.
Because this dog is so adorable, she gets two photos.
After the work whistle blew, the Rock Band was turned on.
And this is the view that closed out the day.
(Not pictured: Pizza, and another killer game of Canasta)
It was good.