From a series titled “Freezing my ass off in a real Canadian winter”.
You would think that a frozen lake is just a frozen lake. But the textures, the reeds, the shards of ice, and that donut sugar dusted frost…Canadian winter, you win.
From a series titled “Freezing my ass off in a real Canadian winter”.
Again, looking at this makes me think of donuts. Or beignets. Or just about anything that’s sugar dusted and delicious.
Van Ness has the strangest abandoned buildings. Or are they?
Cannot. Wait. For. Baseball season.
(Shot at Connecticut Yankee during the 2012 World Series.
I forget which game it was, but it was one / two / three nights too many of the Anchor Steam + nachos + fries + chili + whatever was on the specials board x hella nervous eating diet, wearing the same sweaty Giants shirt four games in a row.)
San Francisco, please work on the “warm freshly baked cookie with your locally roasted coffee without the clusterf*ck” thing.
(Early-ish morning at Matchstick Coffee in Vancouver, BC.)
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Somewhere in Stanley Park, Vancouver, BC.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/1f541eba46891bdd8b5d67c9a7869522/tumblr_mijyivcDQI1qa9j19o1_1280.jpg)
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Somewhere in Stanley Park, Vancouver, BC.
Shadows and stuff. Also, evidence that I’m one of those “morning people”.
7:30 am at the Trump SoHo, NYC | A little after 9:00 am at Contraband Coffee, SF
Thank you for being the captain of my dreamboat.
(Ocean Beach, San Francisco.)
I’m kidding, San Francisco. Even for someone who hails from a country that wears jorts 80% of the year, and where the beaches are, like, actually hot.
(Ocean Beach, San Francisco.)
