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The carpets are dirty. It's the first thing I notice when I walk in. 

Merry Christmas, everyone.

I cooked the holiday dinner for the family, as tradition has dictated for the past few years. Nothing too fancy this time around.

Around the holidays I usually offer rides to fellow New Yorkers with origins in Pittsburgh. I just met Dean and Brittany, shown here sleeping on my camera bag, which also evidently doubles as a travel pillow for two. Leah, in the front, I've carted home twice before.

Like kids tying sheets around their necks after seeing Superman and hoping they could fly, I followed an urge to mimic what I just saw in a movie. I dropped out of communication and took the long way home. Somewhere around 1pm I started walking south.

It that a wrecking ball? Wrecking balls are heavy.

This used to be my sister's room. My parents, since my sister and I moved out, have turned it into a guest room. My mom has a preference for the Victorian in her decorating. This is where I sleep when I'm visiting Pittsburgh. That doll just hangs out in the corner, next to a basket of book

This is the storefront of the International Children's Art Gallery on Penn Avenue in Garfield.

I'm experimenting with handheld long exposures on the RX100M2. I used a stop sign on my side of the street to brace myself and the camera. 

I've not seen Mahsa in a least a year, maybe two. She's invited me over for dinner at her place in Oakland.

I used to play in the woods behind this shopping center. I used to play in a field to the north before the shopping center expanded into it. When I was a kid, it was often with the Cole boys.