i spy - vol. 2: a sunday in prospect park, and the walk back.

this poor bird. grotesque, but i found something oddly beautiful about it. circle of life, and all.

saw these watermelon rinds soon after the bird; the images did not strike me as dissimilar. how these shards ended up next to a lamp post, however, is a mystery.

the side of a motorcycle, parked on vanderbilt.

as i neared my house, in a two-block span on dekalb, i got two 'go blue!'s from strangers/fellow alums. it never ceases to amaze me how many shout-outs i get every time i wear a michigan shirt.