bare

I jogged to Steph's car on Saturday thinking it was going to have a big fat ticket on it since we were one hour overdue to feed the hungry metal post that likes to eat change. No ticket.

On the way back to SoCha (where I tried to recruit her to join twitter), I walked into this very small art gallery. There wasn't a ton going on, as you can tell. But, I was drawn to the simplicity and rawness.