The days when the math is off and the deadline is blown and the work clothes are still on at 10 pm and the email response is less-than supportive and the mojitos are two blocks too far away and lil Miss Sunshine is just a little too bright... The days when it feels like not only is there a race but I'm losing the race, we're losing the race...
Those are the days when we find each other on the front porch. When we're there to greet each other after the long day, swat lazy mosquitos, and tell each other, "you're doing fine." And we are.
We're doing fine.
May 16, 2012
{new york, the city. manhattan, the borough. part iv.}
East Village, the neighborhood. Street art, the medium of expression.
(and one of my favorite things to photograph)
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(and one of my favorite things to photograph)
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