I spent a part of the afternoon writing in a notebook at this slightly off-my-beaten-path cafe that I usually avoid because the croissants are so ridiculously priced--like almost four bucks--wha?
The other barista was a beautiful trans woman with purple highlights in her black hair. I tried and tried to get a non-backlit photo of her, to no avail.
Can you see that it was snowing steadily out there?
Sometimes I flail on Saturday, as meandering as a snowflake. But today I was determined to do what I needed to do, including visiting several galleries, like this one:
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