Isis has been moping since the vet made him wear a collar so he’d stop licking his battle scar, and he looked just completely forlorn and desperate to go outside. I, of course, saw that as an opportunity to take a couple of photos and play with some lighting.
It’s a good thing we have all those braniacs working at the New York State Department of Transportation to tell us things like “the presence of freight traffic would make the Central Terminal ill-suited to be a passenger rail station again.” They must have done a lot of work coming to that conclusion. I mean…
A grandma who will remain unnamed let Ariella get her little fingers in our ice cream cake the other night at Amanda and my combined birthday celebration. A big thank you to everyone for your generous gifts!