Been getting out of work early this week. Lately I've been so inexplicably restless and itching to see things and be around people, etc.
I saw this dead bird in Tribeca yesterday.
Went riding around on my bike trying to figure out if my respective geographical locale had anything worth doing/seeing. Ended up by Marine Park-Park and decided to explore the marsh that's across the street from it on Ave. U. Hard to believe its Brooklyn. Then again the whole time I was losing my shit over how beautiful everything was with the wind, 100 feet back in 'civilization' some douche was playing their base so super loud; harshed my mellow hardcore. It was a little scary fo sho, kept thinking I'd run into a disgruntled marshland creature or something. Upon making my exit, I got lost for two hours trying to find my way back to the street. Oops.
The bottom photos are of my hood. Wish I lived on a boat.
My darling companion and better half. Takes me everywhere for free and never asks for anything in return. What more could a girl ask for?