Deidre & the Dark1,2,3

Alex Winston

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no matter what the season, this snuggle bug is always adorable!

…was my audition song for many things in college

…is so, gosh darn beautiful

the other night there was a huge harvest moon in the sky. I ran home as fast as my legs could take me (while carrying a big chalkboard that was up for grabs from the office – SWEET!) with hopes of getting to the roof to take photos.

Of course, I missed it at it’s peak, when it was right above the street. It looked like a huge orange ball in the sky and across the way was it’s sister sun saying goodnight. Since they were almost on the same plane, it was as if they were two guards passing one another between shifts of protecting the sky. I’m sure it would have been breathtaking from an aerial view.

Since I can’t fly (although, that would be an awesome super power), I got as close as I could. The roof.

p.s. RIP beautiful tree from my block (not pictured above). I will miss smelling the flowers and reaching up to feel your pretty leaves.

p.p.s. I admit it, I was one of those people walking around the park after the storm…not the smartest idea in the world, but I couldn’t stay cooped up any longer! 

p.p.p.s. Times Square now has Crumbs … sweeeeet! (although, Butter Lane cupcakes are still the best) 

Last week Hayden and I took an adventure to the roof of our apartment (of three Franks) to watch a storm roll in and I’ve been playing with the photos on Instagram and Camera Bag, two super fun iphone apps. The craziest thing about the roof is that you can venture across the roofs of all the apartment buildings on the block.

our neighbor’s party yard

our backyard used to have a pool, now it’s just a sandpit for us to throw our cherry seeds from the kitchen window.

storm clouds rolling in…

Random messages on the streets of Williamsburg, similar to the ones I’ve left on the train, a trippy and awesome Sufjan Stevens concert, interesting shadows, a deer blazing in Christmas lights, and fun bar with even better company. And brightly colored street art.

Last week a thunderstorm rolled in and rolled out as quickly as it came. Luckily, I made it home in time to watch it. My landlord’s name is Frank. His son, Frankie Jr. lived below us for awhile, and now his son’s friend, Frank lives there.

Maybe I should have named my cat Frank.