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Elegantly simple interior shot for AirBnB (www.airbnb.com) in the Brookland neighborhood of DC yesterday. I'm a fan of this style of design, very simple, very clean, everything spacious because all that's included is ultimately functional. I'd stay here for months. :)
Found Party Art. Unclaimed photos from 1964. discovered in closed store's basement. Party in an apartment on Cadillac Street Windsor. New Years Eve 1964ish
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My old roommate, Jenny, moved into someones grandma's basement.
Her new place looks like a grandma's basement. Straight from the 60's.
It's very orange. But whatever, rent is cheap.
Nights are the hardest, with no distractions or company to keep my brain and heart from swimming down, deep into the sadness. Last night, I think I finally fell asleep around 2:00AM. Today, I was at work until after 8:00PM. I am physically exhausted right now, but just cannot fall asleep. This grief continues to surprise me with its many symptoms and physical manifestations.
There was a time decades ago when the police would have cleared this sidewalk immediately because older residents who used this sidewalk were blind or used walkers. But it was usually unnecessary since this house was home to a single family who may or may not have had a car. The owner of this home does not drive, but the two living in the additional rooms accessed through the garage door obviously do. The additional residential living is not apparent from the street since its separate entrance is the normal garage door.
Because I came home after an entire week of basically living at school and conducting three hours of The Sound of Music a total of 9 times (counting full rehearsals with the pit) and did the laundry, dishes, and a quick cleaning/straightening up...instead of going straight to bed.
Leslie's table, with three chairs, in the middle of the shot, with her computer at the right. My desk is beyond that, with my laptop hidden behind the little chest of drawers sitting on the table. TV on the left. Big closest is just out of sight on the left. Base of our bed is in the right foreground.
Philip Guston, Study for Queensbridge Housing Project (colored pencil and ink on paper, 1939). On display at the Whitney Museum of American Art, in the show Vida Americana: Mexican Muralists Remake American Art, 1925–1945.
I took this last week after a huge, violent storm instantly disappeared into blue skies. I snuck outside quickly and cautiously in disbelief, wary of the thunder and lightning that still hugged the edges of the sky. The drain in the sidewalk still churned and gulped to swallow the puddles while the sun broke water from pavement to bring forth the humidity I am now growing used to.
(I just figured out how to get the pictures off of my phone--only took me a month!)
When we were just married, we were broke. All we could afford was a basement apartment. But it was our love nest, and we were happy there.
Did I buy a new air bed just so I could spend my recovery time from surgery out in the living room with the "big" tv and my boyfriend? (Of course I did.) Did my cat already put a hole in it? (😾) But most importantly, will The Handmaid's Tale be as good as I want it to be?? (I've got two more blissful plan-free days to find out!)
One of my flatmates got a brussels griffin puppy. Her name is "Lily." I choose to call her "Weetchie" instead, 'cause she looks like an ewok.