the grounds of alexandria

a short trip to a splendid garden in the midst of an industrial wasteland. 

crownless

a small trip to our home away from home for juice and baked goods. welcome to crown st.

sail

on new years day, we celebrated at the beach. we built a small, shanty town out of sand and the hope that a stranger wouldn't come over and kick it down. the water was cold and the current, strong– chasing feet as they coward back, wailing in the wind. a day of rest more than recreation, we now sail into the new year as light weighted and free as the leaves stirring in the breeze.