thanksgiving

From the days when I could be thankful, from those days that are already gone I rescued my last truly happy thanksgiving when the Empire State dressed up to celebrate my favorite person.




¨I went down to the sacred store where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music wouldn't play. And in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed but not a word was spoken. The church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast- the day the music died.¨

mi querida España

dónde están tus ojos, dónde están tus manos, dónde tu cabeza?

España es soberana y se hace el moño donde le da la gana, sólo espero que hoy tome la decisión correcta...
Como diría uno que yo me sé: tú qué sabrás, rojilla?

feliz cumple bebé!

un añito ya... miplinpipapul!

transitional spaces

I've had really good feed back for this picture so I figured I would share it. I guess it's the magic of lighting for tight circulation spaces...