Weber grill woodfire fairy princess

Snow, Snow Bunnies.

Girl, Linens.

Visiting Some Old Friends

(Belated) Happy Valentine's Day: 3 years of the Heart Hat

Anna Banana, Playin' the Pian-a

"Anna Banana, playin' the pian-a, but all she could play was the Star Spangled Bann-a!"

Daddy Made Sweet Potato Fries

Yesterday

Yesterday morning we were slurping oysters at J's, slung just above the bay in Portland, Maine. High tide and fat gulls and engine oil and fish grease and a white winter sky, and the light over the oil tanks across the harbor, and friends. And pointed firs, and a dark winter sea, and cobbles, and dark, wet brick. Hard to avoid noticing the light in that city, all the time. The sea changes color as the sky does. And then back in Brooklyn, snow tamped down by rain, foggy tail lights on the BQE. Stars are up there somewhere, behind the pink night sky. A package unwrapped from Harbor Fish - fat scallops still fresh in their sleeve of ice. After the girl sleeps, we eat them one by one. Mouthful by mouthful, the Atlantic.